Monday, March 21, 2011

Freshening Your Experience

Nothing says spring to me like a new pair of gardening gloves. I picked up this "washable" leather pair yesterday for the bargain price of $9.99. They'll last me one season at best. I'm rough on gardening gloves. Seldom does a pair see two seasons. So I look forward to this purchase each spring as a sort of freshening of my experience.

It's an approach I've taken to any loss in life. Be it the demise of a pair of loved gardening gloves to the loss of projects, people, possessions or perceived purpose. With every loss comes the chance to freshen your experience. To live in the winter of "I don't know" for a while. Then to make bold new choices. Take daring new risks. Embark on wild new roads. This life is ours after all, isn't it? Reaching inside to unearth your deepest, most authentic self is the work. The renewal of spring provides a marked opportunity to do so.

The barren trees are now full of chirping red-winged blackbirds who are singing about the new nests they will build.

Buds that promise pink lilac blossoms are bursting forth from bare branches and neighborhood cats again stroll the warm brick paths that wind through gardens that soon will be lush with life. 


With so much turmoil in the world, how fortunate we are to be right here, right now, with the immeasurable possibilities that lie ahead.


Dar said...

As I sat at my breakfast table over hot coffee and daydreaming out the window as it rains, I see 5 deer jumping high in the air, reaching for spring air and reminding me that now that spring is here, there will be no time for play. I cannot wait to get my hands dirty and smell the peonies and cherry blossoms. Have a most memorable spring.

Kylee said...

I'm so glad you commented on my blog! I might otherwise not have found you. I'm going to spend some time reading posts here. Love your kitty! We've got seven outside and two inside. We never dreamed we'd have that many, but they just showed up and with no facility for strays in our county, we do what we can.

Looks like your gray one is a polydactyl! We had one of those for 16 years. They're rather special, in more ways than one!

Head Gardener said...

The gray polydactyl pictured is actually a neighbor cat. She looks a lot like my gray cat however. I have also owned a polydactyl once. What a wonderful pets they are. My guy had paws like baseball mitts. He could really work that thumb. Love your blog, thanks for visiting! ~ Dawn