It was February and there was snow on the ground the last time I showed you the view out this window next to my drawing table. . . .
The temperature will rise to 91 degrees today, but for now it is still cool enough to have the window open as I type. The cicadas are already making a racket. You can see the path into the woods just to the left of the stained-glass peacock and the burial ground for my cats just to the right. I am amazed to see how much undergrowth has sprung up in our woods!
A year ago the post for August's View Outside My Kitchen Window was about all the plans I was making for hosting a Tasha Tudor birthday celebration. My question that month was related to the question I'd asked the month before. In that post I said I was taking some time away from the computer--which looking at my Archives I see that I did not! I had encouraged you to put aside things you might be addicted to in order to explore your creative side. The August post then asked whether your inner child was awakened or did you start some project you'd been wanting to do?
I'm realizing now that this past year's activities have been a kind of "undergrowth" in my life. Preparing for the Tasha Tudor gatherings and the friendships it has brought--my posts on The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady and the drawing/painting it requires--my newest web journal "I Come in the Little Things"--and the bi-weekly babysitting for our granddaughter have all brought me to this point: Advance confidently in the direction of your dreams.
I am once again preparing for Tasha's birthday celebration this month--the 100th anniversary. It is based on the theme for the coming year of gatherings which I've taken from Tasha's quote by Henry David Thoreau:
If one advances confidently in the direction
of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life
which he has imagined, he will meet with
a success unexpected in common hours."
At the birthday gathering I will have lots of hand-outs to help us discover what our dreams are and then how to move confidently in that direction. I'm calling it a mini-retreat because I'm sending them into the woods to walk the paths and find a bench or chair or swing on which to perch while they write in the journal I'm giving them. Then we'll gather again for some lively discussion!
My question to you this month: Do you have a dream that's sitting on the back burner? What would it take to get it moved to the front burner where you can give it your attention?
Here is the other view out my bedroom window. As you can see, this magnificent Spruce is dying. It had been planted by the previous owner about 37 years ago. Then just a few years ago a storm broke off the top half. I think this has allowed insects and disease to attack the tree. It has never been this brown before. I'm giving it one more year to see if it is just going "through a phase," then we'll have to take it down before it falls on the house. . . .
I'm already trying to envision what the area will look like without that tree. It will open up a whole new view. Perhaps that is the lesson here. Dead things must be cleared away to make way for new growth.
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