Our landscaping in the backyard was looking pretty pathetic. Not a priority at all, really, as grasses and tiny trees and thick, hollow weed-stalks took over the spaces between shrubbery.
So on Saturday as a thunderstorm rolled in--skies gray and wind gusting--I stepped outside, donned a pair of gloves, found hands and knees, and started pulling.
It was hot and humid, but the breeze was glorious--ruffling leaves. So was the thunder in the distance.
And the first raindrop felt cool against my skin.
So I kept working.
Until the lightning was too close for comfort and my shirt was drenched, I worked. Then I watched the storm from the porch--the wind and the rain and the trees....
It's no coincidence that rain is often a symbol in literature.
A symbol of cleansing--of washing away.
Starting over.
It felt like the culmination of everything I've worked for this past year--to understand the world a little better, to understand myself better, to be a better me.
I've been thinking about something a student of mine recently said, about not searching the world for that thing that "completes" you. Because, outside of you, there is nothing that can complete you.
Only YOU can complete you.
We are both Yin AND Yang.
And I'm okay with this. At least, I'm learning to be.
Be Brilliant!
~Katie~
