Almost there. . . (nelly moser clematis)
The fair weather has escaped us, once again. This is May’s (and June’s and often July’s) pattern. . . swathes of sunlight, enough to fool you into skirts and sandals only to need your slicker one more time. We’re settling into a week of rain. With sunshine promised for the weekend. Potential on the horizon, but not quite here yet.
It’s an apt metaphor for my life at the moment.
In the meantime, I’m holding on to the potential. Hundreds of Cecile Brunner roses just waiting for one more day of sunshine to open up. It looks like the clematis and roses have timed their entrance, and it’s going to be glorious. I’ve waited 3 years for this. It’s this potential, that sweeps away every gardener, every artist, every lover. The “what could be” of it all.
When it finally happens, it’s amazing.
But it’s never easy and it requires large stretches of holding on to the potential. Faith in what you cannot see. Hope for what is just about to happen. Grace in the moment to notice and live the experience. And patience. Lots and lots of patience.
I’m not sure what all that means for me. I’m just looking at all this rain in the forecast and wondering, will I get to Friday’s sunshine? And I’m holding on to the potential that I will.
What is on your horizon? What potential are you holding?