purple

 

messy

Maybe there isn't a pattern.
Maybe it's just life,
unfolding in its own messy way.

yoke

It isn't always up to you.

How liberating that is.

stillness

That might be the even greater challenge for you.

self-critique

It often isn't necessary.

With each action you take, you don't have to analyze what prompted it or where it stemmed from. You don't need to attempt to fix or correct.

Perhaps you can just humbly recognize that the analysis often doesn't bring you closer to clarity or progress. Rather, it often moves you further from it.

Trust yourself to act and evolve as you need without any need to try to control that process.

pleasure

"We are so caught up in purpose that we would feel more comfortable if God shared our preoccupation with work, but God plays."

          - Brother David as quoted in Let Your Life Speak

[apple + oat scones

from green kitchen travels]

maybe

Maybe the quickest route isn't the one you ought to be seeking after all.

Maybe the route you need is the one that leaves room for wonder and enjoyment.

every day

No need to search for grandiose.

Everyday magic is here for the taking.

[chioggia beet + watermelon radish]

some days

It's okay...
to feel the emotions.
to be a little overwhelmed by life.
to choose to slow down.
to question so many things.
to ask for help.
to receive what you cannot repay.
to let go of the planning.
to stop trying to prove your worth.
to not know what's to come.

meander

Efficiency? Don't let that drown out your creativity.

mystery

I don't want to feel hurried.
I want to have space to breathe.
Room to create, room to release
what rises within me.
I cannot compare these days
to those past or those of another.
I cannot even try to make sense of them.
Some matters simply need not
be understood or grasped.
There is courage, wisdom, in fact,
in accepting the truth that life is mostly mystery,
so far beyond grasp.
Even still, a piece of me rears its head,
wanting to resist, to control, to sort it all out.
Yet, it's clear now that resisting
simply wears the soul out.
Sometimes these things that come
make so little sense, even to me.
But that is what it is -- life,
a mystery.

inspiration unplugged

Therapy via the tangible...

an unexpected winter bounty

 "In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer." 
                           - Albert Camus

from the farm

inefficiency

The creative process isn't an efficient one.

"Only after nature, in her promiscuous creativity, throws up countless new possibilities and combinations does natural selection (her critical impulse, if you will) step in to determine which work best under the circumstances. This colossally wasteful and extravagant process is what makes possible the beauty of the rose, which far exceeds any possible utility -- much more modest flowers attract bumblebees equally well. Nature creates without an end in view; fitness is but an afterthought. The gardener, in his own little world, like the artist in his, performs both functions, hatching the trials and then culling the errors."

- from Second Nature by Michael Pollan

awe

I cannot explain life away.
I cannot maintain control.
I can simply stand in awe,
captivated by the mystery.