Resurrection, Rebirth

Alive again after a month of influenza flowing through our home.  I love how illness makes me grateful.  For breath, for balance and strength, for health (of course) and mental acuity.  For all of the daily tasks I do without even thinking about them:  cooking, dishes, laundry, feeding creatures human and non.  I take so much for granted when I'm well, but not today.  Today I appreciate all of the nuances, down to the lack of snot in my nostrils and the fact that I can eat sitting up.

Big things are afoot here at Vestal Transitions and in my personal life, too.  The metaphorical seeds I planted three years ago are all poking up through the earth now, tender green shoots with extensive root networks.  I tend them, and they grow stronger each day. My parents are gardeners, farmers...I grew up thinking in agrarian terms:  cycles, plantings, moons, harvest.  One task I was handed regularly as a child was that of thinning:  Every other carrot, every third radish, half the marigolds needed to be pulled in order for the remaining crop to thrive.  I've talked about this before, the need for making space, but it has never been so evident in my own life as in this week.  At first it is hard to pull out those perfectly good plants, to release that thing (job, relationship, possession) that still has so much life or love left in it.

But thinning lets in light, air, nutrients we need to grow.  It takes faith to discover that less is more, that discernment is a practice and letting go is easy once you start.

Because the new growth flows right in.  Easy as rain.  Easy as light from the sun.