…when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. — Anais Nin
The above quote has been with me for a long ol’ time. Well, about six years or so. But that seems long enough.
It has made a home in my mind because every time I feel that pressure boiling, that push toward change that I can ignore no more, I recognize it truly does become more painful to remain in that closed place.
And so, I change – me or something. Cue big sigh of relief. Release.
While this experience is true for everyone, I see it lived out visually on the farm in the most natural of circumstances. Whether it be baby calves entering this muddy world or new plant life peeking through, it’s there.
Life around me changes so quickly: technology, politics, TV shows (while Country Man works in the field, I’ve been watching Murder, She Wrote at nights – far different from CSI!)… and I find quiet comfort in the slow, thoughtful growths found in farm living.
I say this tenderly, because impatient me does not always agree with that last statement.
I am grateful for change, big or small.
It makes life so beautiful.
Hope your day is going well.
I like you a great deal, and with my whole heart I mean that.
Unless you laughed at my style or t-shirt.
Oh, heck, I still like you anyway.