We feel it in our bones when spring is close, when there is work to be done. It is time to shed the old.
That’s the gardener: and we all have one.
The one that says “not this” or “no more.”
It is the gardener that craves growth, expansion. And thankfully there is always wild seed which arrives on the wind, to bring us exactly what we need. If we let it.
The gardener is there, even if we choose to ignore it’s voice, it’s whispers: “maybe this way.”
It has no interest in fitting into boxes of “artist” or “gardener” or “woman.” Soul knows no boxes.
Maybe it is time to stop asking the question: “Is this art?” And start asking the question: “What does the world need? And how can I contribute?”
As a collective, we have a gardener too. What do we want? What do we need? What are we choosing? What are we silently agreeing to? What do we settle for?
Maybe it is time to trade perfection for intimacy. Maybe it is time for something new to be born. So we can unlearn all that no longer serves us.
