The past couple of days have been full of a lot of deep soul-searching on my part. I think creative types go through this regularly, so I'm beginning to see that feeling the need to do this isn't really earth-shattering. Mainly, I'm just trying to determine the best way to enjoy my creativity, express it, and then share the resulting tangible works with others. It's a long, laborious process of disjointed thoughts that poor Hubby has had to listen to repeatedly for days. He has the patience of a saint.
I know of no better way to get some good thinking done, then to go out in the garden, pull some unwanted growing pests out, relocate some volunteers, and trim up the rosebushes. One of those rosebushes is the "Tahitian Sunset" rose (pictured above) that is only a couple of years old but is as big as some of the older roses. I've worked in the same area of the garden with it and its neighbors the past couple of afternoons and evenings--usually until the sun goes down, and I'm only gardening by the light of the solitary streetlamp that's kitty-corner from our home.
At those times, I have no other worry or care except to eradicate the bad and accentuate the good. That's probably a good rule of thumb to follow for the rest of life too. Yes, that and... make sure to stop to smell the roses--often.
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