I've been swamped. Even now, I am guiltily sneaking away for a few minutes to write this post. Students in my music classes have a concert in less than a week, for which I need to do some last-minute prep stuff. I need to enter some grades. My husband needs to graduate from his PhD program, and I've been helping him proof-read the last draft of his dissertation--a long tedious task. My two-year old needs regular attention, including a new, somewhat rigorous, medical treatment (ever try to get a toddler to take medicine? how about four times a day? yeah...) Then there's always the cooking, cleaning, and bill-paying. On top of that, I have just finished the first trimester of a new pregnancy, so I'm stinkin' tired all the time!
I just want to get out to my homely little garden and dig in the dirt. Being in a garden is so calming, even when you're actually working hard in it. It's almost like the plants can communicate, if you open your heart to listen. Bloom where you're planted. ~ Don't worry, we'll grow through this. ~ Nice weather will always return. ~ Live in your own rhythm. ~ Slow down and just be... Connecting with the cycles of the earth is a refreshing break from the breakneck pace of modern life. It's a way to commune with our creator, who surely did not intend for us to live so self-destructively.
So after a fit of vomiting kept me from going back to sleep early this morning when everyone else was asleep, I grabbed a cup of green tea, sat out on my patio, and watched the plants grow. The baby liked it. I did too. It was what we needed. I think it's what we all need.
The heavy rain that started later this morning has been a good excuse for me to stay inside and do what I need to do to keep my job and family together. But tomorrow, should the rain stop, the call of the wild may be more temptation than I'll be able to resist.
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