October 13, -2013

Today I have been forced to rest.  It is raining- hard.

How difficult to rest when there is so much gardening to do. Where does this umbrella of guilt come from? Feeling like I need to be out there… being useful instead of puttering about, picking up this and putting down that.

Perhaps this dull day can be my excuse- the heaviness in the air feels weighty and although I know I have a choice as to how I feel, somehow today it is not working.

So it is reasonable that today I rest….I am learning to stop fighting the Universe.. is that the same as not "pushing the river"?

Feeling like this, there is no way that passion is bubbling to any surface.  In fact, it seems to be resting today too.

Which comes first? Passion or reason?

Today it is reason. It is the reason that my passion is pitiful.
Tomorrow is another day.

“Above all, be true to  yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take yourself out of it.”
              Hardy D. Jackson


Today, I take myself out of the garden - my heart is in a book that waits in my favourite chair by the window.