Any time I want, I can look out any of my windows and appreciate how abundantly I manifest!
For some time I have thought about how great it would be to garden on a regular basis - get out in the cool of the morning and get my hands dirty and watch things grow and become familiar with local plants. I thought about growing food and sharing it. I had a couple of fruit trees and I appreciated them so much! Then we moved. Now my yard is covered with shrubs and bulbs and blooms and vines and trees and has its own little organic vegetable garden tucked behind the garage. Look what I did!
This morning I tripped over my own manifestation! Uh-oh!
I thought about how much gardening there is for me to do, and how it is a solo event, and how my in-laws are coming in a few days, and I forgot to be happy as I hauled my tools to the end of the driveway to begin. And instead of starting with the weed-eater (that accidentally ate a three-foot tall poinsettia when I was in a hurry last time), I was inspired to use these little clippers that cut horizontally, slowly, quietly and with precision. I knelled down and began in one little spot. And after a few pulls and clips around a rock, it looked really good. I liked it. It was exactly what I had in mind for that little space.
And I remembered that the only reason my garden exists at all is for pleasure. For a happy look, for a happy whiff, for a happy harvest, for a happy dig, for a happy trim, for a happy rearrangement, for a happy! My gardens are not there to impress anyone with any idea of who I am. I know who I am. I am a person who loves what is, who enjoys dancing with what is, and whose gift of choreographing how the what is becomes the what's next is a delight. Oh how I appreciate the process. That's what gardening is, after all. Surprise!
If pressure is self-imposed, freedom is self exposed. I was free all the time.
I appreciate my gardens in all their various states, each of which is good!
