What’s the point? It lies in the waiting

What’s the point?

Spring in my garden

I am out in my garden cutting back shrubs ready for the spring growth, tidying my space and suddenly I'm asking myself what I am doing.

What is the point?

Does it help anyone or anything?

Should I be spending my time more constructively elsewhere?

Our patch

We all operate within our own patch, our network of family, neighbours, friends. It may be a global network that we link into regularly through travel or online, or a geographically smaller area that we operate in. This is our world, our life and the people, creatures, environment that influences us and we can influence, for better or worse.

Why are we here?

I come back to the familiar question: why now, why here, why me? What is my place in all of this? What is my role? What gives meaning to my life and the life of those around me? What do my actions say about me and my contribution to those around me? The frustration is uncomfortable but it can signal the start of something new if I let it.

Spring returns

What is clear, as I cut back shrubs, is that spring is on its way. Snowdrops, crocuses and grape hyacinth are flowering in my garden. Leaf buds area swelling on the climbing hydrangea and the other shrubs in my garden. The cycle continues, as nature responds to the increasing sunlight and warmth in the soil.

In the waiting

I am reminded, again, of TS Eliot’s words in the Four Quartets: I said to my soul be still and wait without hope. For hope would be hope for the wrong thing. For us there is only the waiting. So I switch off the inner dialogue and get on with the clearing, trusting that it is exactly what is needed right now, for my part, in my world.

Why not come on one of my forthcoming retreats, which provide the perfect opportunity to switch off the inner dialogue.

Our patch

We all operate within our own patch, our network of family, neighbours, friends. It may be a global network that we link into regularly through travel or online, or a geographically smaller area that we operate in. This is our world, our life and the people, creatures, environment that influences us and we can influence, for better or worse.

Why are we here?

I come back to the familiar question: why now, why here, why me? What is my place in all of this? What is my role? What gives meaning to my life and the life of those around me? What do my actions say about me and my contribution to those around me? The frustration is uncomfortable but it can signal the start of something new if I let it.

Spring returns

What is clear, as I cut back shrubs, is that spring is on its way. Snowdrops, crocuses and grape hyacinth are flowering in my garden. Leaf buds area swelling on the climbing hydrangea and the other shrubs in my garden. The cycle continues, as nature responds to the increasing sunlight and warmth in the soil.

In the waiting

I am reminded, again, of TS Eliot’s words in the Four Quartets: I said to my soul be still and wait without hope. For hope would be hope for the wrong thing. For us there is only the waiting. So I switch off the inner dialogue and get on with the clearing, trusting that it is exactly what is needed right now, for my part, in my world.

For details of my forthcoming retreats, which provide the perfect opportunity to switch off the inner dialogue see here

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