It’s my favourite kind of Sunday – no plans, nowhere to be, no need to watch the clock.
There’s room for musing, so here we are.
This morning, after a sleep in, I listened to a long podcast. While that was playing I gathered up clothes, I stripped the bed, and chased dust bunnies around the bathroom floor.
Windows got flung open; sunshine and fresh air working their magic.
There are clean sheets out on the creaking Hills Hoist, in July! They might not dry completely, but it’s simply lovely to stand in the backyard and look up at a cloud dotted blue sky.
I noticed these buds and it made me think about how things just keep going, and growing.
Vines find the sun, that’s in their DNA. If there’s not a tree to climb, they’ll climb a fence, or a house or a rock. Nothing stops them from being what they are, or from going where they’re destined to go.
Up and over.
Up and out.
Up.
We can feel so stuck where we are sometimes, but really, everything is in motion.
Seasons, clouds, priorities, vines – they all evolve. They’re alive.
The podcast I was listening to earlier reminded me of what the vines and buds showed me, life isn’t stagnant.
Like the vines and seasons, we are made to create, to grow, to tip our faces towards the sky.
Even in the permanence and predictability of winter turning to spring, the way it unfolds is never the same.
Thinking we can predict outcomes or know the future based on the past, it’s never going to work. And it can be so exhausting.
Do you think that vine knows specifically where it is going to go ahead of time?
I doubt it very much.
I think it knows that it’s going to go up.
Maybe up and over, maybe across, maybe slowly, maybe quickly… but it’s all upward growth, even when it’s snaking between fence posts, getting splinters. It’s growing.
Perhaps permanence and unpredictability nestle side by side, longing for us to accept them both. Could they? Could we?
Keep growing my friends, and tip your faces towards the sky today.
With love,
Annette xx
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Great post. I too often ponder how nature just keeps on keeping on. It might not have a clock but it sure knows when to change. Mind you, things have been a wee bit out of sorts with such a horror of a recent summer. Many trees were late to shed leaves. However, in Sydney when we drove through the ‘burbs on Thursday blossom trees were in bloom…along with wattle everywhere!
I marvel at how, without me doing anything but breathe, take in some fluid and food along with some gentle movement, my body is doing all it can, by itself to repair what the surgeons had to take out. The example that is most obvious to me (because I can see it!) is the extensive bruising up both arms..a week ago, they were still evident (2 weeks post surgery) and now G.O.N.E.
Happy next week to you…and don’t forget to wish any horses you see on 1 August a Happy Birthday! Denyse x
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Nature knows what she’s doing and doesn’t need to stick to our calendar. Bodies are the same.
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Annette, wow, this is incredible. What a beautiful piece of writing. So many truths. So much mindfullness. Sounds like you’re having one beautifully present, reflective Sunday. It was an absolute joy to read and I know I’m going to read it again and maybe again. It’ll counter some of things that I’ve read recently that are making me grumpy.
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Thank you Fran, I’m letting your words soak in. I am always so happy when my thoughts reach others in the way I hope they will.
Without quiet time, without alone time, and big chunks of that in my life, I really can’t function, and I certainly don’t stop as easily to appreciate the buds and the clouds.
Look up! It’s my mantra these days.
Whether you’re in the Italian alps or the suburbs of Melbourne, we’re all under the same sky, that’s something that brings me a lot of comfort.
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Beautiful post. I love the idea of permanence and unpredictability sitting side by side. It is the stuff of life. xx
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It is, huh? I think I’m (theoretically at least) getting more and more comfortable with them as a pair.
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Beautiful, I will never look at a vine the same way again!
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They’re clever aren’t they?!
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