{"id":250,"date":"2015-09-16T18:14:14","date_gmt":"2015-09-16T22:14:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=250"},"modified":"2015-09-16T18:14:14","modified_gmt":"2015-09-16T22:14:14","slug":"opening-to-the-possible","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamara.tedzplace.ca\/?p=250","title":{"rendered":"opening to the possible"},"content":{"rendered":"

“Why if I picked a day to fly – oh, this would be it” \u00a0~ Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame<\/em><\/p>\n

this may not be a direct quote, but on a day like today, these are the words in my head.
\n‘if I could pick a day to fly .. ‘
\nthis, \u00a0this may very well be it.
\nClear blue skies, bright beautiful sunshine, wonderful, playful rustling breeze. \u00a0For a late summer day (yes, although I have heard talk of fall, it is still summer here) so for a late summer day, this one feels about perfect.
\nAnd so today, \u00a0as you might guess, you will find me gratefully once again stealing solace from nature in my garden.
\nThere has been a bit of destruction as of late. \u00a0My husband somehow gently managed to convince me that possibly it was time to open up the west side garden area a bit. \u00a0Gardens once dotted with beautifully flowering shrubs, now mostly shrouded by their large over achieving giant branches. Each trying to outshine the other in their displays of beauty. \u00a0 The crab apple towering at least 20 feet in height, it’s branches dance along the roof line. \u00a0The always lovely Rose of Sharon probably 15 ft high now, draws the hummingbirds close. \u00a0The delicate weigela and wonderfully fragrant mock orange grown together in unison, and the always show stopping forsythia centre stage in all his glory each now competing for my affections.
\nUnderneath these larger fellows there is a vast array of blooming beauties. \u00a0Some planted many years before us, some planted by us and some scattered by winds and wildlife. \u00a0Many now are beginning to fade away due to over crowding, I suppose and admittedly increasing shade. (or so he has now convinced me!)
\nA bit reluctantly I have agreed … \u00a0 I guess … \u00a0 \u00a0 it is probably \u00a0time for a good trimming.
\nAnd so, my husband begins with ladders and saws, \u00a0snippers and various other cutting things. \u00a0Large branches come crashing down. \u00a0With a bit of instruction from me on what can go, and what must stay and where to be most careful. \u00a0I try hard not to feel every cut and bruise.
\nThe next day when I return from work, I see wide open spaces, hacked off branches and broken stems. \u00a0What have we done?
\nIn the forsythia a delicate nest lay hidden among the branches now scattering the lawn, and although I know it is long since emptied, I make apologies to the cardinals who sheltered here. \u00a0I worry how they’ll feel when they return later to unfamiliar sights.
\nI cringe at the now blunt branches, stunted, stripped, shortened. \u00a0I struggle .. is this kindness and nurturing or cruel and controlling?
\nAs always, I take my troubles to the peaceful stillness of the pond.
\nEven now, in early September we still have tadpoles. They are a marvel, they really are. \u00a0I watch one squiggle along and as it passes, I see below a funny little guy floating lazily on a leaf. \u00a0He appears to be in transition, his large round head now starting to become a more toad-like body. \u00a0He also sports both sets of legs, yet still he has his tail. \u00a0He is changing, just slowly.
\nI think about this,
\nto him the world now is opening to possibility, his perspective will change, beyond the still waters.
\nJust then a sharp shinned hawk screeches across the sky, and draws me out of thought and into sunshine once again. \u00a0I have followed along trying to catch a glimpse of him as he lands. \u00a0One of his favourite landing spots happens to be a very tall tree on the west side.
\nSo, here I find myself, \u00a0in ‘the aftermath’ – \u00a0taking very mindful steps \u00a0– to changes, to possibilities, to a change of perspective, beyond the destruction.
\nThe branches have now mostly been cleared away. \u00a0The lawn and gardens are scattered with beautiful little red crap apples decorating each spot they land. \u00a0The squirrels will think it’s Christmas! \u00a0There is now so much sun shining brightly covering everything in beautiful shimmering light. \u00a0One of the cardinals now lands near by, surveying renovations.
\nWhen I look down, I spot in the tangles, a piece of purple ribbon, which brings to me .. my smile. \u00a0Perhaps the birds have been celebrating!
\nWhen I sit down to do a bit of writing, the breeze dances through, teasing for my attention, \u00a0littering my page with ‘she loves me, she loves me not’ petals, then blowing my page away.
\nForcing me to take chase ..
\nperhaps, \u00a0it is the perfect time
\nto embrace,
\nto be open,
\nto possibilities,
\nto perspective,
\nto beauty<\/p>\n

“why if I could pick a day to fly – oh, this would be it” \u00a0 \u00a0\u2665<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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