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.
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.