(taken for brené brown's gift of imperfection project)
I'm becoming more and more myself with time.
I guess that's what grace is.
The refinement of your soul through time.
Jewel
Lately, I've been living life a day at a time. I finish at task. I do the next thing. Progress happens in small increments--analog, not digital.
Some of the work is visible--yard and garden (tending this year's plants, harvesting the crops, getting ready for next season). Some is not--inner work. Yet, all of it is connected, I am sure.
We harvested potatoes, tomatillos, strawberries, and peas. The front yard now wears layers of cardboard and wood chips to get ready for blueberries next season. Cannas moved from one bed to two others because they blocked the water to the rest of the yard. Rabbit poo covers all the beds, restoring nitrogen to deficient soil. Banana got a haircut.
Inside? I'm not sure where the analogy fits. I just know that work is happening--harvesting, transplanting, replenishing, pruning. Some day, perhaps I will see the fruits of those labors. Perhaps you will, too.
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5 comments:
If the inner fruits are as delectable as the outer fruits, will be worth the growing time, methinks. This blog is a like an ever-bearing, fruiting vine to me.
Awesome! Love this - the photo and the insider's look into your productivity.
Thanks for keeping it real!
The inner work never ends, does it. I hope your fruits only bring you joy.
Love the quote. I can identify.
I love getting to see the picture of you. It made me miss you!
I hope all your work, both inner and outer, is bringing you peace.
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