Thursday, April 26, 2012
I know I'm overdue in posting some garden entries, but I've been immersed in arting. And in taking up Effy Wild's amusing penchant for verbing nouns.
I've been tending to the garden and greenhouse babies, make no mistake, but my daily ritual of journaling in art form is my personal therapy, and it's been expanding. Anyhoo …
Today I made space for courage. In my life and in my Book of Days.
It seems a "small" thing, but today I faced a fear. A stealthy fear that has been hiding these past several years behind otherwise "good" and noble intentions.
This past week I purchased a vehicle. It's my first car in almost six years. Oh, I've been driving. My spouse and I have been sharing a vehicle and I've been renting for my journeys. Yet, today I chuckle at the fact that this "new" car of mine has served as a catalyst for realizing this clandestine fear … and I take pleasure in noticing the connections, and for acknowledging the wisdom and healing that is born of such awareness.
I have courage. I am brave. I am grateful.
But I knew that. I just know it better now.
Posted by Rosemari Roast at 4/26/2012