Report From PIA – September 11
I did three consultations this morning, each over an hour and a half. From the last consultation I drove to the supermarket to shop for the dinner for my wine tasting group, which meets at my house tonight.
Finally home, I did the preparation for my radio program (I have to come up with enough to talk about each Saturday so that if the phones aren’t working I have two hours worth of material… fortunately, it this has never happened.) In the late afternoon I set the table for my company, and worked on a new promotional sheet.
I list everything that my day’s contained not because it’s of interest necessarily, but because after all of this I felt tired, and wondered, “How can I think about something meaningful to blog about after a busy day like today?”
And just as quickly I knew that this is what conscious cultivation is all about… that it’s fine to be busy, but not OK to just go from one thing to another, checking off the list without appreciating its richness.
I walked around poison ivy acres, admiring the pokeweed and appreciating that my life is as rich and diverse as a flower garden. Some days are as jam-packed as my entry garden, some as orderly as the vegetable garden, and others as weed-filled as the bed to side of the driveway.
It is the time of year when the pokeweed is stunning. Pink stems, bright green leaves, black berries and still some white flowers: this plant is a 1940's drapery fabric, and I don't know why everyone isn't planting some.
