It sort of goes without saying and this is a gross understatement, but life does have a certain ebb and flow associated with it.
Things change and things stay the same. And often the more things change, the more they stay the same.
So, in this vain of “ebbage and flowage” so to speak, it has been an exceedingly long time(easily measured in months, if not years) since I’ve written or posted anything on a Sunday.
For those following along at home, this week starts a shortened pandemic/construction related crew change, where I now have Sunday and Monday off. The bonus is I’m done Saturday’s at 11:30am, which means I can be back home before 12:30pm. It’s like having an extra day off. Well, not really, but you get the idea.
In a post from last week, Lack of Wacky Motivation, I detailed where I was in terms of writing motivation or lack thereof.
So, on this warm and soon to be humid Sunday morning, I can proudly proclaim, I am focusing(as a minimum), to keep pounding away at the keyboard, even if it feels and ultimately is an exercise is self-inflicted agony. Which, it often is.
Moving right along, Lynn took this picture with her phone of a white water lily surrounded by lily pads, when we were on a trip to Algonquin Park last summer.
Now, I’m positive that there would be a few “folks” who would go “bat-shit crazy” simply over pictures of lily pads. I do however suspect, that there would be significant numbers that would be beyond hysterical(which is close to “bit-shit crazy”) for only the flowery water lily(sans lily pads), and a damn fine grouping who would be goofy for both.
The point is, the picture is of a single water lily within a grouping of lily pads.
But, the reality is, the white water lily blossom does make the picture so much more of well……… a picture.
And, from a botany perspective, the water lily blossom is exactly where it is supposed to be. In a pond surrounded by water lily pads. For those not sure, water lilies are not found growing in the middle of the street outside your home.
So, what is the point here?
It certainly can’t be a lecture delving into the life cycle of the (whatever the scientific Latin name is for water lily) – can it?
No – it isn’t.
Even if that one solitary flower in the picture wanted to bloom in the middle of Highway 400 – it couldn’t. It simply wouldn’t thrive at all. In fact, it would die.
My brilliant deduction is this – that solitary water lily flower is blooming and thriving because it is where it’s supposed to bloom. Pretty impressive conclusion I must say.
And that’s what we need to focus on within the context of who we are as weird and often wacky individuals. Figure out where you’re supposed to be; get there and bloom.
If you’re supposed to be an artist – be an artist. Jump into the fray and do it with the greatest passion and vigor imaginable.
If the place you need to be is “writer’s land” – write like you are the one to write the last great love story ever to be told.
The water lily grows and thrives because it is where it is supposed to be.
You need, hell we all need to figure the same out for ourselves.
It makes no sense whatsoever, to stumble through life, slowly dying, by being something you’re not supposed to be.
It might not necessarily be that whole and often quoted “bloom where you are planted” deal. I have an idea about that, but it is better served in a another post.
If you’re destined to be a water lily, we need to be in a pond or lake to bloom and thrive. Not the middle of Highway 400.
— as always with love —
— get outdoors; find inspiration; discover yourself —