Spring is finally here. Hurrah!
Our yard is beginning to bloom.
I find that I am so much more content with our little city plot when it is green and lush.
It is so much easier to see the potential for a little cottage farm life in the city.
What I am looking at and how I am looking at it (whatever IT may be,) matter.
My yard is always my yard. The potential is always there.
I just get impatient.
(It is almost always impatience with me isn't it?)
And that is the lens I look through.
That is how I see it. I do not see it for for what it is, or even what it could be, but instead I see it only for what it is not. And oh, how I zoom in on those little nuggets, magnifying them until they cloud all my vision.
I think maybe that is a little bit how it is when trying to form friendships and tribes.
Sometimes I am too busy looking longingly at the person I want to be my friend, that I cannot see the person who is looking longingly at me, who wants to be mine.
There are other ways to see things.
That what is not can be beside the point.
Instead, I have to ask myself again: what is?
There are just two pretty blooms on the little rose bush that grows by my bedroom window, and a whole lot of empty thorny branches.
I see both.
Which one do I pick to take inside with me? The blooms or the thorns?
Again, and again, it is up to me to choose.