Trailing in halfway through my month of seeing life through the eyes of a child blog series, Seeing Life with Imagination, and The Best Day Ever, I began to think it was impossible to stay on top of this way of thinking. But, much to my surprise, I am very much aware of it now and am beginning to spot the new attitude.
This is how it happened today. It is Sunday, the birds are singing, the ground is damp from the rains we had overnight, the sun is finally peeking out – the fog burned off. There is promise of so much. Promise of green growing things. Promise from the sound of live tiny creatures – the songs of birds. I am reminded once again of being a child. I am taken back to my grandparent’s expansive yard. I am walking through the rows of the garden, with plants trellised much taller than myself. I am walking between the apple and pear trees. Like a beautiful mansion with no ceiling to stop the view. I can hear the bees buzzing, the birds singing, and I can see the grasshoppers jumping. The sun is sheer warmth on my shoulders.
I then find myself at grandmother’s flower garden. It isn’t so tall, so large, that it allows me to walk through and pretend that I am the master gardener, creating the beauty of nature and green growing things from my own hard work. There is no maze to wander through. No, the flower garden becomes my palate. I can grow those flowers, painting an intricate design in my eyes with the colors, and with beauty that touches my soul through my nose.
Hours upon hours I am the master of the gardens. I am at peace. I am in the land of the giants, of nature alone.
Big sigh.
Now, how do we hold onto that child-like thought while sitting at our desks on Monday morning sorting through the pile of paper? Or while checking in with the screen filled with technical challenges?
You become what you want to be. I am a strong believer in you are what you think. 30, 40, or 50 years ago, would you have imagined having thousands of contacts at your fingertips at one very moment? Seriously, I write a blog post, 150 people read it tonight. I do not know who many of my readers are, but they obviously enjoy reading. I keep writing because they are reading. See? I post a Tweet that could potentially reach 1700 followers, and then when retweeted, 25,000 more (or more). I am not just affecting my own moment, my own life, I am affecting many, many more. So, when life becomes overwhelming, boring, intimidating, frustrating, you (I) can (and should) become the owner of what we are doing. We are the Queen (or King) of our desk, our office, our studio. We have so much to give, so much we can do with imagination. We are the master gardeners at whatever we do. We are writers because we think we are. We are weavers because we think we are.
It isn’t about what we think we can or cannot do for the world, it is about what we are that is unique (and that includes our imagination, because each one is unique). Our value is about what we teach. You are the teacher. Believe. And share.
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Enjoyed this post! Glad we can keep in touch on facebook again.
The other day my Uncle called to update my Mom on my Grandma (her Mom) and she was eating supper and said that she needed to get home (her old house) to fix her Mom some supper (she has never cooked for her Mom) and one of the other ladies at the table said she would take her in a minute (they’re in the Memory Support unit AKA the Alzheimer’s unit- my Grandma doesn’t have Alzheimer’s but some kind of dementia though). They had to change the code to open the door to go in and out of the area they’re at so maybe had someone else try to escape from there.
Amy
Oh, wow, Amy! I really appreciate it when loved ones are informed of situations like that. It sounds like they are very alert to those types of conversations, good for your Grandmother’s sake!
Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed the post.
Yes, I am very glad we are connecting on Facebook once again. Do you realize it has been a little over 7 years since we first met? This morning I was looking through some of my old goat registration papers (I no longer register them) and then realized how long it has been. Amazing!
Yes and her Mom has been gone for several years now too!
Wow, didn’t realize it’s been 7 years since we’ve first met, that is how old one of my niece’s is and another niece will be turning 7 in May! We no longer register goats either. Glad we re-connected on facebook and you can see all the pictures I have taken over the couple of years, it’s mine and my Mom’s facebook page now hence the name on there, it is our 1st names combined but put an extra s on my Mom’s name so some people that we don’t want to find us on there can’t unless they know of the name change, it is mostly for family and a few friends, even our vet is on there! Never log into my other account anymore though, I de-activated that one.
Amy
Wow! Mary! What a post! Love it! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a reply here, but I still keep up with you. School’s been a bear, but I like it. I really like this post!
Thank you!
I still keep up with you through Google Reader. I don’t reply as often as I would like, but you are not forgotten!
You like school, that is great news. I need to catch up with you and hear the details.
Great post, Mary!! It is exactly what I expect from you. And why I love you so!!!
Thank you so much, Becky. Isn’t it a blessing to be able to express ourselves? You do it so well through a camera and writing. I like to write and make soap. Love you too!
Beautiful idea…. will be in touch soon! 🙂
Well, you know…. that last response is under the wrong blog post. 🙂 This “beautiful idea” is supposed to be under the soap a month plan. lol (Lynnanne)
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