I feel fortunate to be in this bubble. The world is changing drastically outside and around me, and I have the opportunity to shut it out. To gaze at the wonder and beauty of nature hour after hour.
This season in the greenhouse, it’s different. Things are just a wee bit slower. There is no point in rushing. I’m taking each task just a fraction longer to complete and being very present in what I’m doing, and why. Reflection, solitude, silence, free thoughts, grounding with nature, being present, listening, hearing, wondering, ideas, fears, to-do’s, sadness, gratitude… it’s all there.
I tricked myself into believing that I shut it out. I really didn’t, nor can I. It’s been right in front of me, in my hands, around me the whole time. The world resides inside my greenhouse, I can see it now. These little plants are a complete reflection of the world right now. Let me explain.
Thousands of baby plants travelled to my greenhouse, their new home. Many of them grabbed onto the adventure with exuberance. Others were leery of the change, and remained healthy but stagnant, resisting the new environment. Some became weak and required extra attention but once given, bounced back. And of course, the bullies arrived, taking more water and more space than they should. And, yes, there were the sick, taken to a special place, isolated from others and given special life support processes. And there were those frozen in fear; they dropped their ability to cope (leaves) and stayed firmly in place, neither growing or dying, suspended in shock. Did we lose some plants? Yes we did. For various reasons. And the numbers are below a dozen in thousands of plants.
Can you see the resemblance? The world outside is inside as well. COVID-19 is a new place, and I can recognize friends and family in the plants above. So how do we deal with it? In the greenhouse, there is only one way that I know of. I constantly talk to my plants (yes, I’m that crazy plant lady!); words of reassurance and encouragement; in some cases, physical support; determining ‘what’s missing’ for a plant, individually, and providing it for them; sometimes I simply have to let go and realize that things are out of my control. That’s the hardest part. And it’s where trust, faith and love enter the equation as a solution.
In the storm of all this, Be gentle. Choose to not respond with anger. Try to figure out which “plant” they are. And then reassure them, find out what they need and Love them through this. Let things go, it will be okay.
We are all learning and growing through this. Parents have been thrust into the career of teacher overnight. Growth. Companies are finding new ways of doing business. Growth & Innovation. As scary as Covid is, people are reaching out to help others. Love. If you find a frozen plant (person) please reach out and talk to them, fear is crippling them and they need your support.
I am beginning to see very small, but definite signs of growth in the greenhouse. I am encouraged. I have placed a ring of healthy plants around my frozen ones, to support, reassure and Love those stuck in fear. Let’s do the same in the world around us ❤️
Can you imagine looking at your shoe rack and seeing not one pair of high heels, just flip-flops? I suspect that the gentlemen reading this post might be saying “Uhm, last time I checked, I didn’t have any high heels” LOL, but for the women who adore their heels… would you ever consider this switch?
I did. It was a bumpy and foggy road but I made it to the town of Flip Flops in under a year. I gotta tell ya, I really wish I’d made this trip a long, long time ago!
We’ve all experienced that very precise insta-milli-second that changed our world forever, and alters life as we know it. That’s exactly when I started my trip to Flip Flops town. In that earth-shattering, heart-stopping, time-suspending moment that I heard “I’m sorry, we’ve restructured and today is your last day”. I was handed my ticket to ‘what’s next’ and I began my journey.
You know the drill, it always seems to happen on top of other major changes. For me, I had just been diagnosed with a medical condition that was really, really scary but not necessarily life threatening. I was part of the C-Suite in that organization making good coin and supporting my family. I had two amazing young men, a self-employed hubby and an adorable (but very much dependent) Mum with dementia relying on me in varying degrees. ‘What’s next’ seemed akin to staring directly at Hannibal Lecter without the prison bars separating us. Terrifying? Oh yeah!
Let’s take stock. I was an HR Professional for almost my entire career; and I was now finally able to accept the truth that I was burned out; I didn’t want a corporate job again, I couldn’t face it; the economy wasn’t the greatest; and the most important thing: I wanted to do something I LOVED and be genuinely, authentically HAPPY doing it.
A ‘seed’ that was planted a looooong time ago began to occupy my thoughts, but, was it possible? Could I do it? There was SO much to learn! It would require commitment from my family too, I needed their support.
As that ‘seed’ began to push the dark soil away, it gained traction quickly springing upward with enthusiasm. That enthusiasm spawned dreaming. Dreaming turned into believing. Believing threw me into action. And, yes, Anything Is Possible! That’s when I wondered what on earth was I going to do with all my high heels?
When I knew the road was exactly right for me, the drive to the town of Flip Flops started with a stop at the second hand store for donation. I stopped at other towns named Excitement, Challenge, took a bit of G-force on Learning Curve, Exhaustion, Will This Work and spent a week one night in a place called Are We Ready. All of this led me purposefully and gratefully to Flip Flops and this is now Home.