I have always felt that I have a pretty busy life filled with things that need to be completed, concerns which tax my heart and a wish list of pleasures which rumble around in my head unfulfilled. There is some truth to that. A really busy life, though? Perhaps it is more a busy mind which wants to do more in a day that has just so many hours.
There is also the energy aspect. I do not have the stamina I used to have. I can remember days filled to the brim with activity and stimulation. Now some of that stimulation just plain wears me out! Doesn’t mean I stop craving it, it just means I need it in smaller doses so I can savor the experience. One thing at a time is better for me now.
A milestone year approaches unlike any other. My feet are nearing the edge of a precarious cliff. The flower-strewn meadow is behind me. Blades of bright green grass bend under my feet and I can feel their coolness between my toes. I like it. I want to stay in the meadow a bit longer so I sit down away from the edge and plant some flowers.
My seeds need good, rich soil to germinate. There is no room for toxicity in my meadow and I haul away that which taints my ground. As I turn toward the path from whence I came, I can see dull brown patches amongst the fragrant blooms. All but a few trees are strong and sturdy which pleases me. Only a small number have broken branches or decaying trunks and I acknowledge them with thanks for what they have taught me.
As my eyes travel across the panorama, flowers of every hue fill my vision and crowd out the patches of dry earth. A soft breeze ruffles my hair. There is so much more good in the world than bad. I feel that my focus now is to stimulate a healthy ground and try not to over plant.