I went on a bit of a bender this weekend.
A garden bender.
Maybe that’s generous. Makes it sound like I have a garden. I now have the space for a garden; I have garden potential.
What did I have before? Patches of grassy weeds, three seasons worth of dead tree detritus, and flowering vines, sun scorched and now crispy. And as grody as that sounds, it actually didn’t look that bad. It was Uncultivated Chic. It was also bugging the hell out of me.
Now the ground is bare. Naked. Maybe a little embarrassed for itself? It’s so exposed; I imagine it’s a little uncomfortable. But there’s a part of me that wants to leave it this way because of the possibility it represents; it’s ready to grow just about anything.
I’ll plant soon, because if I don’t, I know I’ll round the corner and start seeing the possibility wasted. Fallow. Unfulfilled. I want to get my hands dirty and be part of something new, right in my own yard.
What corners of your life could use a good clearing out?
What potential is buried under old things and crispy thoughts?
Are you willing to trade the discomfort of exposure for new growth?