Grease and confetti
Things take time
“Nature does not hurry, and yet everything is accomplished.”
-Lao Tzu
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Blossom falls from the apple tree like confetti.
I am teaching myself something I missed the memo on …
It turns out rest means do nothing.
No one taught me how to do that.
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The confetti dresses an old van waiting in my driveway … more a patch of earth than a driveway, really.
He fixed my van yesterday, all grease and brawn laid out beneath a precariously balanced axle.
I looked out the window … confetti falling … and I knew.
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Things take a long time.
So this lesson - the one I’m learning at the ripening age of 48 - is rather important … what to do with such a long time?
We can’t always be working it out.
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It makes no sense, but that’s not new to me.
I discovered long ago a kind of malfunction in my wiring.
I have to put on my glasses to smell the weather.
I can’t taste food if there is music playing.
I need heat, but only in specific places.
It’s not so much a scramble as a multi-sensorial riot … or a fog, maybe.
Oh, I don’t know.
There’s a lot I don’t know.
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But when I know, I know.
Like yesterday … grease and brawn … confetti blessing.
The apple tree knows.