Wednesday, September 12, 2012
I am a Capricorn which is an earth sign. I like to garden some, but I'm not a fanatic about it. It occurred to me this morning though that I love to plant seeds and see what comes up in a different way.
This planting can take many forms. I might have an idea, mention it to someone or a group of people, and see what kind of reaction I get. This might be compared to testing the soil. Is the group ripe for growing the idea? Is the person I'm collaborating with fertile with more ideas around mine?
I could be planning an event, setting the scene, roiling up my space to sow seeds of creativity. I change sheets and clean bedrooms for guests, get out dishes to set a table for eight, pull in a fabulous facilitator, enroll some friends or acquaintances, make a circle of chairs.
I sign up for a class and anticipate the fertilizer it will provide for my future work.
This sowing of seeds has the same sort of anticipation of growth that real planting does. The table is set, the idea is spoken, the rough draft is written, and now I have to wait to see what comes up. In fact, I might say that my new drug is anticipation.
It's the anticipation that the mail will come with a letter, anticipation that my family will call, anticipation of a workshop or a weekend trip with my husband. Anticipation of my story being accepted (or even rejected). Anticipation of nighttime when I grab a book that I've wanted to read all day. Anticipation of reading my writing to my writing group and hearing their feedback. Anticipation as the printer reveals one of my photographs on paper, anticipation of a friend receiving a card that I've mailed.
This is not frittering away the present for the future. It is using the present to make the best of what is to come. My stomach is kind of churning right now from writing this post. I know it's because I'm nervously anticipating green shoots from my "garden."