After having spent the entire year immersed in gardening, a few months ago I suddenly let all of it go. I don’t know what happened; nothing really, I just found myself spending less and less time nursing the plants. Work picked up and my awareness went elsewhere and suddenly, an area of my life where I’d spent so much time and energy became completely neglected. I used to spend every day in the garden; planting seeds, transplanting, pruning, fertilizing, harvesting. It’s been raining every day for weeks so I haven’t even had to water anything. Yesterday I realized: I couldn’t remember the last time I looked over our plants.
So I went outside...And, this.
An abundance of bell peppers to be picked. Cayenne and jalapeño waiting on the vine. Basil bushes the size of a person. Radishes, spinach, Swiss chard, blue kale - even dragonfruit from a tree we deemed “done” years ago. While letting go, my garden took care of itself.
Not everything requires your constant effort.
I often feel like everything is up to me; like I have to actively engage in every single area of my life for it all to function. Like I have to work at everything, all the time. But the truth is, sometimes the only way for things to come together is to actually let them fall apart. To realize it is not all up to us. And that maybe, what this situation needs isn’t more doing but more being. More trust. More space.
Where in your life can drop the effort and just let it be?