I’ve walked past this farm more than a hundred times…
During those early walks when I looked inside the abandoned barn I could clearly see chairs and broken piping
Now all I see is the Earth taking back what was once hers.
I watch as the barn is slowly being consumed by vines of grape and poison ivy
and wonder how long it will be until this place is no longer exists even in memories…
the process of coming into being
of becoming important
Each spring layers disappear and what lies beneath waiting
Emerges into the light of a new season
And yes, I made the drapes!
Today is the day for the finishing touches
Flowers added to the wall of ribbon
Flowers added to vases
Tents arrive as do additional tables and chairs
Picture frames adorn open spaces
A fun rack of dress-up clothes for those in a party mood
Dress-up rack in barn
Tomorrow the wedding!
Yes it is Monday, and yes the wedding is over. Because daily activities filled most moments and any free time was saturated with emotions sitting in a quiet place trying to reflect was quite Impossible for me. The count-down will continue so I hope you stop by to see the progress.
Let the decorating begin!
Ribbons Adorn the wall
New lights have been added
Chairs and tables are being delivered
Outdoor vignettes are popping up
And bridal colors begin to show
And so it begins
A miniscule sphere harboring new life
Emerging as a creature from a nightmare
Growing into a character in a children’s dream
Ever so slowly shedding greens and yellows encasing its soft body in an armor of crusty brown
To one day emerge into a creature which we embrace as a symbol of what we can attain
It does not happen in a blink of an eye, it does not happen over night
Days, weeks months in a life that exists for but a short period of time
Once its insatiable appetite for parsley, dill or carrot greens has been quelled it will travel long distances to find a place to rest as it transforms into a creature no longer shackled to the earth
We too have the capacity to transform but only after many years of feeding our own voracious appetite for that which we are drawn to
Look to the sky to see them glide on an invisible current and know we too can unshackle ourselves from that which keeps us from soaring ever higher