So much “Life” is being lived in my neck of the woods, that I’ve had extremely little time to draw this past week. It’s not a pretty sight…this over-committed life of mine. As I drove around, hither and yon, I made drawings in my head. And that, at least, counts for something.
I couldn’t help noticing there are two kinds of forsythia bushes in our neighborhood. One forsythia bush splashes out yellow in all directions, like a water-sprinkler gone wild. Other bushes are clipped into shape- round, or haphazard, but nevertheless, forced into containment.
I, myself, prefer the exuberant water-sprinkler kind! Yes, yes, I know all that about trimming them to make ’em bloom more. But it seems to me, in this particular bush, that leaving it to it’s vibrant, whimsical growth allows it to shine in a way that the stubby ones can’t. I wanted so much to go around the neighborhood, placing little signs beside the stubby forsythia bushes, begging “whomever”, to stop clipping them so.
As my busy week droned on, I realized I was seeing myself in the stubby, clipped-back forsythia bushes. My busyness, which is largely made up of things I myself have committed to, functions as a pair of clippers in my life, lopping off exuberance one branch at a time. Why I’m not able to see this at the time I commit to all these crazy things, is beyond me. But I’m determined to make a change.
I think I really do need a sign in my yard, in my house, next to the phone, the computer, and my cell phone to remind me “NOT to clip the exuberance!”
Would you like one too?