Intentions are like plum blossoms. They in full bloom are beautiful, full of promise and offer a pastel sky. Coming to fruition is a process of surviving wind, cold, heat or whatever the day brings.
I had in my head that I would complete an image for Shop The Valley at Summerhill. http://www.shopthevalley.ca/ After that I would bring order and clean sparkling surfaces to my household environment. Trying to retrieve the image I wanted to use from my transfer from the old computer (with two hard drives) to my new computer with two operating systems and three storage areas sent me into a whirlwind of confusion. Focus, Finish… were the words that my husband and I spoke to one another this morning after meditation.
So now I am metaphorically standing in a skein of tangled threads. Folders, files, jpgs. wrapping their way around the paths through the new system that is not a system. After four hours, I had completed the image and managed to repack one sublayer of one file on one operating system. Yeah!
We needed groceries, Oh and on the way, my camera has died and we stop to look at cameras. Now I am… count them…. four steps back from getting the house cleaned up. Purchasing the camera… which means learning it, making a case for it and trying to rearrange my finances now puts me three more steps away from my intention for the day.
But Wait! We have to put the groceries away. The phone keeps ringing. One call is from Shop the Valley saying that I should,” Stop production of the postcards.” They have found another artist to make them.
Tomorrow I have to be at the studio by 8 am. I feel frustrated by the way that time has caught me up or I have not caught up with it. I have twelve hours of work in the studio tomorrow so tonight is pretty much it for cleaning. My old self would have pushed on and finished my list for the day.
Instead, I sit down and write my blog, have a jamacian ginger ale and prune down my list to changing the sheets on the bed. If I do anything more than that, I will be delighted by what aspects of my day have been fruitful. My husband told me he loved me. We bought good food. I have a wonderful new camera. Trusting that that which I wish to complete will get done… maybe not on this day. But soon.
There are more than sheets that I have to change. I have to change my mind for a happier life. There are blossoms which are just blossoms. They may never tranform into fruit. But how beautiful are the visions of potential in our lives. Just see.