The Universe Provides

I believe in my heart and soul that everything in this life happens for a reason. Good and Bad. Though often I find that I fight against the tide. Perhaps I was a  salmon in a previous life and still have that instinct to swim against the currents.

Four weeks ago I messed up my knee and my ankle. My knee has already been fixed three times. I’m supposed to be taking it easy, staying off of it. I know the drill. But there are things that need to be done. I’m sure many of you can relate.

I’ve been given a gift of time. Time to write and read and just be. When I “allow” myself to write, I have a lot of fun, and many times I learn something about myself during the process. In the four weeks I’m to be laying low, I’ve not blogged hardly at all. I worked on a story twice and not for very long.

It doesn’t help that the sun is finally out, and the urge to garden is stronger than the urge to sit inside and write. And the urge is stronger than those voices that say don’t do it or you shouldn’t do it.

I started writing this about an hour or so ago. Yesterday while in the  garden, I saw one of my starts, a little lemon cucumber plant, looking pathetic. The image came into my head as I was writing, and I had to do something about it.

I can’t shovel, but I can swing a pick axe. Pick axe makes a great crutch I have found. One thing led to another and  by the time I knew I needed to be off of my feet, I had planted two squash, a pumpkin, and six Cosmos.

It felt good at the time. Perfect temperature for gardening. Psychologically I felt uplifted. Doing something productive. Doing something with my hands.

But I am back on the couch with ice on my ankle and my knee. Unfortunately, I failed to plug my lap top in while outside, so I have a choice of saving this and continuing or publishing something short. My track record for coming back to something I’ve partially written isn’t very good…

So, the question at hand is how to do I make myself write more. How do you do it? (This question also implies that I’ll get more feedback from others, which also leads to the question of why do I bother to blog if people don’t reply.)

 

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11 Comments

  1. How do I do it? Ha ha ha! I don’t – all I EVER do these days is crochet and now a little knitting (very little)… it takes up my whole life. Sad to say maybe, or not… because I am loving yarn, and colors, and using my hands to some constructive occupation.
    I love that you are still gardening thru all your infirmity of late. The lemon cukes sound divine… we’ve never had them. Send us a box of them when they are ripe!

    1. I understand your need to knit. When I do anything, I get rather obsessed. My garden is an endless task. There is always. I don’t get the compulsive need to sit still for very long. You are doing something that makes you happy.

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