It was a good day to be in the garden. Buddy, my hound dog, and I got an early start on weeding, pruning, and watering the garden. I grabbed my garden tools, sat down in the back of the garden, and started working my way to the front. I have come to realize that since I retired time truly has slowed down. I have the time to use as I please.
The view is much different when you are sitting on a low garden stool. The different insects, earthworms, and butterflies have their own world right there in the garden. Each moving about with their own purpose, doing the things that they do every day. It was a world I had never seen until I sat down in the garden and took the time to look a little closer. We always stop and take in the beauty of the garden without seeing this as a home to countless creatures. They all play a role in making the garden a home where they can live and help create the beauty that we see.
As I was sitting there on my garden stool I realized that doing this felt good and that I had all the time in the world to weed, nothing pressing, no conference calls just the calming rhythm of pulling weeds. Buddy would sniff them out and I would dig or pull them up. We made a great team and we enjoyed this time in the garden.
I think that this is how we should write, releasing the words, and planting them in good soil, understanding we need not hurry.
We can weed the words down and put them aside, using just the ones that make the verse a thing of beauty. After all, we have nothing pressing, just the calming rhythm of writing.