At 7:30 this morning, I was digging in the dirt. I saw my new neighbor through the trees and thought, She must think I'm burying something out here. Who gardens in December?
Plant the seed, the idea, the dream, the tulip bulb ~ then get on with your life.
Drink your tea
walk the dog
humbly do your work
laundry
dishes
Meditate on the message I saw on the back of a truck the other day
Do Not Push Push what?
Clearly a sign, you think?
Most growing happens in our underground selves, the fertile quiet part, the dark intuitive place. No need to figure things out. Sticky paws and strategic minds need not apply.
This is the do not push.
This is the daily practice.
Give me a boulder, I'll push it🌀
trust
rest
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. - Rilke
xo b
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