This is not a bucket list.
This is not a to do list.
This is
part of the equation.
It is on the axis
of time
revolving around an unknown
larger in scope and theory than
myself.
I am in transition. Perhaps, besides being born, or even then, I, or we, always am and will be. All it takes is
recognition, awareness. There is the
great expanse and the microscopic moment, which has infinite potential to be
magnified into an incomprehensible bliss or a cryptic smile from the crescent moon.
What triggers this thought train
wheeling down the track just before the brakeman chucks back his lever to halt
into the station (or does he)? Why, the
answer is life of course, and her endless gusts of daily miracles.
Growing up? Hah! What?! Wait...
Maybe I am. Not in age or
maturity. We are always experiencing growth, so to deny that is to underestimate your shadow’s volition. Growing up and in down and around. Most like Growing in. Growing into my feet, accepting this is my
body, my fingers which run through my hair twenty minutes after an ocean jaunt,
warm from the sun - not yet dry. Growing
into my role here. Trading in my
tricycle for a tree to climb. We are
always inadvertently receiving and giving.
I’m lucky. So
lucky. I get to work with plants. Every day.
I get to watch them grow.
Goals blurted out like a two hour delayed urination in a
time crunched, backseat knee cramped, car ride out of the city into the
greenery. GO! Farm rural Spain, cruise Alaska's mountains and vastness, road trip
Australia, trek Nepal, kibbutzim life in Israel, backpack Milford Sound, taste
small town Italy, salivate on a tree ripened peach, Haleakala quarterly, create
a community, share a Farmer’s Market, realize a gift
economy, host a seed savers exchange, Truly learn compassion, see a sunrise after a
night in a pub on the Irish countryside, love the way Zack loved life, people,
plants.
I grew into this.
This grew into me. I will pursue
this. Why? All pursuits worthwhile.
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