Song of Long Ago

At the beginning of the season, I'd planted a variety of herbs and wildflowers around my home. Most of them flourished with, or, occassionally without the benefit of my attention; Some of them died. Today there was a particular section of garden that caught my attention. (I say, "caught my attention", because in the month preceding this post the weeks, days, hours, and minutes have flown by at a pace roughly equivilant to warp speed.) Aside from being taken aback at the apparent amount of observatory negligence I'd been walking in, I was also startled at the amount this particular plant had continued to blossom, well past it's season and despite my recent negligence.
Such occurrences of life should not go unnoticed.
Growth, life, abundance: In the fullness or lack of these things are our seasons and the paths of life marked ... and yet in the making of those paths and indwelling those seasons the magnitude of growth, life and abundance get lost amongst the shuffle and scuffle of circumstance. It is my experience, both recent and long past, that it is when circumstances distract me from the life happening around me that I break down, travel a path off course of intention, or even simply look back on that lost time and wonder to myself "what did I do during that season? I can't quite remember ...".
Life, growth and abundance are happening now. As I type, a sapling I planted in hopes of a tree, comes to mind. I planted weeks ago, and have yet to check it's progress. Where else is life happening without so much as a nod from me?
It is my prayer that my daily focus and personality bent would be life and breath first, circumstances second.

Posted in: on 21.8.07 at at 22:51