Monday, July 9, 2012
I honor "threes." I pay attention to patterns of three. When the third person asked what was going on with my blog because I'd not posted in so long, I thought I'd better pause to share where I Am.
April and May felt hectic to me. I felt pressure and rattling stress. I felt frazzled, tired and worn out. I sat with those feelings until I sunk to their roots. My roots. There, I looked up and saw that trimming was in order.
I cancelled planned travel and a few other activities, as well as tabled other projects I had ready for scheduling. I stayed tuned-in to those roots and continued gazing into my world, and began pruning life-foliage, my visible life. Know what I mean? And I've been witnessing and trimming ever since, recreating my upper world in a way that my roots can support.
It's true that this removes me from some aspects of life that I realize as valuable. It's not (necessarily) easy, simple or enjoyable. Yet, I acknowledge that even a life made manifest in the most intentional of ways can grow beyond what can be healthfully supported, no matter how charmed or blessed it may be. So even charms and blessings must be clipped, like this space I share with you here, among others, until the roots are tended, nourished and can carry the new-growth-to-come.
And it will.
That is all.
Posted by Rosemari Roast at 7/09/2012