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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Lessons From A Pea
I couldn't stand it anymore. Three weeks later and the peas that were to pop up in five to ten days still have not shown up. If they weren't planning on sprouting, then I needed to know so that I could plant another batch.
So I dug down into the soil. There they were. Doing what they were supposed to be doing. In their own time. Just like they're supposed to do. Little roots and shoots that just aren't quite big enough to burst through the ground above their heads.
You would think that, with so many opportunities to learn it, all humans on this earth would be masters at patience!
On Tuesday, it will be three weeks since my shoulder surgery. Thinking that I am now a normal person, with a not so normal arm yet, I went to see the owls yesterday, then stood for 1/2 hour with Women in Black, and later rode the recumbent bike at the gym for 22 minutes. By 9:00 last night, I was falling asleep in the chair. I have never fallen asleep upright. I need to be horizontal in order to sleep. But I was POOPED!
It took less than an hour for them to cut my shoulder, but three weeks later, I'm still working to regain the motion and strength that I had going into the operating room.
We have been destroying Iraq for over five years and killing off species of wildlife for even longer. If and when we ever stop, how long will it take to heal all of that?
It seems that a peace seed, a pea seed, an arm repair, or any other thing planted won't just pop up as soon as we sow our intention. It takes a lot of nurturing (maybe some physical therapy and exercise) and TIME.
So this is what the wise pea said to me today when I pulled the dirt away from her, exposing her to sunlight before she was ready. Besides, Leave me the hell alone! I've got business to do!, she told me to support and nurture her and to be patient and notice the beauty in the process.
So I dug down into the soil. There they were. Doing what they were supposed to be doing. In their own time. Just like they're supposed to do. Little roots and shoots that just aren't quite big enough to burst through the ground above their heads.
You would think that, with so many opportunities to learn it, all humans on this earth would be masters at patience!
On Tuesday, it will be three weeks since my shoulder surgery. Thinking that I am now a normal person, with a not so normal arm yet, I went to see the owls yesterday, then stood for 1/2 hour with Women in Black, and later rode the recumbent bike at the gym for 22 minutes. By 9:00 last night, I was falling asleep in the chair. I have never fallen asleep upright. I need to be horizontal in order to sleep. But I was POOPED!
It took less than an hour for them to cut my shoulder, but three weeks later, I'm still working to regain the motion and strength that I had going into the operating room.
We have been destroying Iraq for over five years and killing off species of wildlife for even longer. If and when we ever stop, how long will it take to heal all of that?
It seems that a peace seed, a pea seed, an arm repair, or any other thing planted won't just pop up as soon as we sow our intention. It takes a lot of nurturing (maybe some physical therapy and exercise) and TIME.
So this is what the wise pea said to me today when I pulled the dirt away from her, exposing her to sunlight before she was ready. Besides, Leave me the hell alone! I've got business to do!, she told me to support and nurture her and to be patient and notice the beauty in the process.
Labels: garden, peace, shoulders, talking peas
posted by Carol at 12:12 PM
7 Comments:
I think seed companies print the same instructions on the back whether they're selling their seeds in Main or in Texas. Here in Texas things always seem to pop up much sooner than the packet indicates.
Maybe people in Texas don't need patience lessons as much as people in Colorado??? ;-)
I lived near Dallas for three years and I always had a garden, but I don't remember how long it took for the seeds to germinate. I just remember picking vegetables in the baking heat. And tomatoes grow better there. And you can grow okra there.
Wise pea. Wise Carol.
And the body is wise too. Give it time. Easier to say than do I know. My MIL broke a hip in early February. She's coming along pretty well, all things considered. But she says it's really hard to resist doing things she's been warned not to do yet, such as pick up things from the floor. It would be really hard for me too.
You're right about the body wisdom, San. Can't push it any easier than we can push the river.
My best to your MIL. It must be hard to have something fall on the floor when you can't do anything about it.
Well said, Carol.
Fifteen or so years ago I was forced off an Interstate by a rather crazy driver. The only reasons I’m alive are my seat belt and that the ground in the forest where my Nissan 240SX landed hood downward was so soft from torrential rains that the car didn’t bounce around among the trees. The worst damage I received was to the muscles of my left shoulder from the shoulder strap stopping me from going through the windshield. It took about four month to heal.
About five years later, I had pain in my left shoulder and asked my physician about it. “It’s from your car accident”, he said. “But,” I retorted, “that was years ago.” “So what,” the doc says, “your shoulder still remembers even if you don’t.”
When will there be peace on earth? Not yet, but creation remembers peace even if we don’t.
Peace, my friend.
My sister had shoulder surgery a couple of years ago. She has young children and got impatient and did too much. She had to have the surgery re-done. That was horrible. Plus, the doc told her not to overdo it again or she would be SOL. Patience. Tough stuff, but so freakin' necessary.
Nick, I'm glad that you had all the right conditions to survive that accident. You are a blessing in my life.
Yes. Creation IS peace. It's our wrong thinking that isn't.
Twyla, Thanks for visiting. And thanks for your reminder about not overdoing things in order to heal well. My shoulder isn't able to overdo things yet, but I have done too much, energetically, recently. Sometimes the mind is slow to catch up with reality...
Thinking of you...
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