Life is a house in ruins. And we mean to fix it up
and make it snug.
From the poem “Couplings” by Menna Elfyn, translated from Welsh by J. Clansy
This metaphor for life would explain why we often try to fix something that does not require fixing. I know a few people who believe life is a war or a battlefield. I wonder if they can put their guard down. Some of those metaphors we carry with us were not chosen by us, but for us and are worth revisiting. What happens if we allow for the new ones to emerge from deep within us?
The other day I was exploring my own metaphors for life, the ones that might be unconsciously influencing my choices and ended up trying new ones for size, the ones that ring true to me today. One of those that emerged quite organically was that of a garden. (The gardening season here has started but I did not know much about gardens or plants and hardly planted anything so let us say I was suprised by this image.)
Seeing life as a garden made me feel more connected with the gentle yet powerful energy that growing things carry, reminded me that I often turn to nature for healing and when I need to feel rooted and supported.
Playful exploration in watercolors lead to the line from Rumi’s poem, “The Gardener is coming”. Which means I am not the Gardener! This is not my garden to fix but I am invited in, like everybody else, to explore, to touch and be touched by Life. The garden that came up for me was nothing like an organised and structured English garden but rather a half-wild mixed garden with trees, bushes, flowers and grass, in all colors.
Just remain in the center,
watching, And then forget
that you are there.
Thinking of a garden brought up the theme of seasons in life just as seasons are an important aspect in a life of a garden, the seasonality of appearance and disappearance, acceptance of the old things dying as new are being borne.
So, what is life like for you?