* A friend told me all that was on the blog was the headline for this entry…no content. I’m sure the problem existed between the chair and the keyboard, but I have no idea why the post went MIA. So here we are…once more, with feeling! The ABCs of 2011!
This is kind of a riff on Christine Kane’s fabulous Word of the Year “Resolution Revolution”…in which you find a single word that you would like to be your focus for the year. I’ve done that myself (more about that in a future post) and it really makes a big difference in your focus and determination.
I got to thinking about words, concepts, feelings and ideas that resonate with me, that are important on physical, spiritual, and mental levels. And I said to myself, “I bet you could come up with an alphabetical list.”
So I did:
Abundance, Beauty, Clarity, Dream/Do, Elevate, Faith, Gratitude, Hope, Intent, Joy, Kiss (hey, couldn’t use a little more of that action?), Laughter (ditto), Music, No, Openness, Play, Quiet, Resilience, Shine/Spirit, Trust, Understanding, Validate, Wholehearted, eXample (yes, that’s cheating – but did I really want to focus on xylophones and x-rays? I think not!), Yes, and Zebra Swallowtail.
Now, I suppose my “Z” requires a bit of an explanation.
The second half of 2010 was difficult. I spent too much time alone – although not all of it was bad. I spent too much time inside my head, and not enough time in my heart.
Getting outside to garden – in my own garden, and in the Son Rise Garden coordinated by the church I attend – saved me.
One late summer afternoon, feeling very restless and confused, I decided to wander around the backyard and see what the flowers were up to. I took my scissors because one of my butterfly bushes was in need of snipping. If you remove the spent blooms, new ones burst forth – it’s amazing! So I started at the bottom of the bush – snipping, thinking, meditating – and when I straightened up to stretch, I came nose to antennae with a swallowtail.
There was that feeling of being ten again. I saw the butterfly and thought, “How cool is that?” And instantly, I felt better.
But the true miracle showed itself when the butterfly lifted off. Most of the swallowtail’s right wing was missing, like it had had a near miss with a bird or cat. Sad and amazed, I watched the swallowtail – flapping the damaged wing twice as hard as the good one – lift up and bounce its way over the fence, between the pines, and out of sight.
Maybe that butterfly was a study in Resilience. Or Determination. Even damaged, it was still beautiful. Perhaps more so.