Return to What you Love

A hurried lifestyle often hurls me off the path of creativity. During these times of hustle and bustle, dew-kissed roses in my garden bloom alone; I forget to take my usual strolls to admire their beauty and breathe in their succulent scent.

Then I wonder why the soul dries and the songbird’s trill turns to stone.

As garden pots empty in preparation to move, I ponder: Soon, I will cultivate unfamiliar soil.

And yet during this time of transition, I find the desire to create creep back into every sunset I spy.

For God never ceases to paint the heavens with His glory, even though we humans bustle about with minds full of “to do’s” but hands empty of creativity’s tools.

And every sunset seems to say, “Return to what you love.”

So this morning I rummage through old photos of gardens gone by. I find reminders me of what I love:

Dirt under fingernails as pots fill with nature’s wonder
The scent of sweet alyssum as I turn the earth
Herbs planted in pots nestled among worn out wheelbarrows

Yes, we creative eclectics must remind ourselves to assess whether we are following the artistic passions we possess. We must set our faces like flint to redirect our minds, to weed out society’s panic that erodes our peacefulness of soul. We must return to what we love!

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