The Plowing of Me
When one needs to post and has so little to really say those lovely little time wasting games have merit and mine tend be pretty close to what I am most like.
I have been lost lately in me. This seems to be the year for introspection and honest searching of the soul. I suppose that these episodes come in cycles like plowing a field for many years and then leaving it fallow so that it will produce better in subsequent years. I must admit it feels like I am plowing up bunches of me, turning me over and investigating what lies beneath the surface, sometimes very far beneath that surface.
There are rocky places that I must dig up and decide about. Do I leave them lay and plant a whirly-gig duck to spin and warn of the hazard or do I carefully pick up each rock and carry it out of my field? Perhaps I want to build more walls with these rocks or are they there because of walls I have already torn down?
Are there grubs ripping at the roots that anchor me? Things like self doubt, fears, guilt, anger, rejection, abandonment.
Am I being watered enough? Fertilized with friendship, love and a lust for life? And of course I must seek the sun (Son) to warm me and prepare me for the work ahead.
As with any garden of merit one must be watchful of weeds that come in. One must get to the bitterroot before the whole garden is compromised. I hope I am prepared to dig till I find those roots and can rip them out quickly.
My tools are lined up and ready to go to work and soon I hope that my soil is prepared for the new seed of life that will come, often in small unassuming packets of time or place. I hope that some are bright showy annuals and that others are time honored perennials that come each year to enrich my soul. I hope that there are those things that in time will bear much fruit and others that will produce in a very short timespan. Be Blessed today.
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