Two Sundays ago I went to the allotment (see my blog post Folkestone Cantiaci Volunteers) with the volunteers from the Folkestone Cantiaci group for the first time in two months. I wrongly assumed that wintertime there was nothing to do there. I mean, weeds don’t grow so there’s no need to pull them out. And there’s nothing to be sown before spring comes.
However, since December my friends have been shaping up the new area by organising the place to accommodate things kindly donated by people in our community: containers to collect the raining water, others for the compost, a new metal table (so we can have our tea when we take a break), and have assembled the frame of the greenhouse.
As two Sundays ago we had washed and dried all the glass panes of the greenhouse, last Sunday we mounted them in the frame. Unfortunately, some had been broken during the transport to the allotment and couldn’t be used. We’ll have to replace them with plastic ones and we’re looking into how to do it in cost-effective way.
As the pond has collected lots of water, a small area had to be dug to allow the water to overflow without flooding the nearby patches. Last Sunday we had the material needed to stabilise its bottom but the water of the pond was frozen for about 2 cm on the surface so that’s something for next Sunday.
Lastly, we planted two fruit trees, one apple and one plum. Yummy!
How many times have you felt stuck in your life? How many times have you felt that you were almost there, only to find yourself in an even worse place than where you started?
It’s like working on a story for 2 years and realising that the ending is lame, like it happened to me a year ago when I was writing the sequel to Across Spacetime. Or your failing health preventing you to make plans for the future. Or job hunting and nothing shows up. Or burning with the desire to start a family with your soulmate and life circumstances keep the two of you apart. Over and over again.
I’ve noticed that this usually happens to me when I am trying too hard to achieve the result in the way I think I should achieve it.
Sometimes not seeing a solution doesn’t mean there isn’t one. Sometimes it only means that other things must fall into place before we can achieve our goal because doing a beeline from A to E is not what we need for our personal and spiritual evolution. And so Life diverts us to C and stops us there. Or it thrusts us back to A. We feel lost, stuck, and determined to tear down the Heavens if we don’t get it our way.
What if we chose to consider these roadblocks as blessings in disguise instead? Like you dear Seeker, I’ve suffered many a setback and used to go mad when that happened. However, whenever I let go of my expectations regarding a result, and allowed myself to go with the flow of life, I ended up with something better than I had anticipated. Yes, it’s not easy. It takes a lot of practice to let go of our deep need for a sense of control. Life makes sure we have plenty of training though.
Sometimes, going with the flow actually means staying still, allowing things to blossom, come to fruition. Staying still allows us to take a look round, ponder different outcomes so when the occasion arises, we’re ready to grab it.
For example, in the case of the sequel, I put it on a side for a few months, jotting down ideas and letting my mind work in the background. It took me an extra few months to come up with an ending that satisfied me, but I got there and did lots of other things in the meantime.
As for my health, it’s been 20 years since my muscle problems began. This has forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and the meaning of success; and choose a path that has eventually brought me to writing.
As for the job hunt, I have used these months to gauge the labour market and find out in which capacity I can be of service to others to the best of my abilities.
As for my love life, I’m at a crossroads. Just another one of many. Will I be able to follow my own advice?