Wednesday, August 31, 2022

The Lost and Lonely Garden

 Day 30 


“It’s going to last until the middle of October”, she said with a confidence I thought wasn’t possible when talking about the weather. Especially good weather. But this morning as I made my way into work, I saw the rain clouds, spent of their moisture, peeling back away from the landscape to reveal the blue sky. 


She’s right, I thought. Maybe it will last until the middle of October. What a thought! I might get some more daylight horse time in yet. 


There won’t be any horse  stuff in my world for a few weeks and already I can feel my body aching to be with the horses and moving with the horses.


Yesterday’s fall was barely noticeable this morning aside from a few surprise ouches throughout the day. There’s some bruising to my backside and a little to my arms and hands. The biggest bruise of all though was definitely my feelings. It’s funny how that works isn’t it?


Work went swimmingly today. I got to focus hard on my priorities and tune out the world around me.The clock again became my opponent. Time ticked by quickly but my fingers, getting so much faster now that I write every night, licked across the keyboard faster than Father Time could tick the clock. Today I won the race against time to complete the tasks and tomorrow I will challenge the clock once again to another race only this time with scanning. 


My breaks have become so much fun now that I have felt comfortable enough to use them for what makes me tick. Finding pretty things to make photographic art and tell stories about has turned my breaks into a 15 minute adventure that happens twice a day. 


Today I walked through a lonely and forgotten, beautiful little garden. I was led there by the gold tipping the edges of two cedar trees. The more I looked the more I saw small statues, weathered with the winds and rains of Haida Gwaii winters. 


I started to play with the camera and make believe stories started to come to light. I started thinking about putting together a story told by the old Buddhist monk about a lost garden and its people. The story carried me into a magic land while I walked around the garden exploring under the overgrown ground cover. 


Phase 2 Exercise 1 happened today. I missed working out and it felt really good to have someone remind me which muscles I don’t work in my lifestyle. I have dialed it back a little so that on days my lifestyle is extra active or physically demanding I don’t workout. Then I have a rest day and carry on as planned the day after that. 


You see there’s this horrible beasty that’s been following me around for years called the Over-Do-It monster. It hides in places and takes advantage of my confidence and catches me in moments of naivety. The biggest and most powerful weapon I have found effective from Over-Do-It monster assaults is learning to implement the word and idea “No”. This usually means saying no to myself, which is never easy. Slowly but surely the balance will become easy and everything will get done.


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If you enjoyed this snippet and you would like to read more of the story we are working on putting together our first book. You can email me @ cyndifromla@gmail.com and let me know you would like to read the book or you can put your email address into this form. We promise not to email you unless the book is ready. 


Cyndi 


A small Buddah statue sits on a rock with two golden tipped cedars by his side as he watches  the world go by on the Masset inlet


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