Slippers & Violets
I’ve been having a lot of big dreams. The sort that you wake up from breathless and want to either a) never visit again or b) head back into to resolve the things that needed resolving.
When I woke up this morning it was on the tail end of one of those big dreams. The dream was A LOT. Too much and not enough all at the same time, as those sorts of dreams very often are.
In a bid to shake myself back into the here and now, I took the dogs straight outside, albeit in a bit of a dreamlike daze. As they wandered around and did their daily sniffing I found myself in my nightie and slippers at the patch of violets that had revealed themselves recently.
I pulled a weed from within the bunch, got some dirt under my fingernails, smelled the earth, breathed in the green. Before I knew it I had weeded out the whole patch and the violets were fluttering in the breeze. They were lifting their little faces up to the day, enjoying their new roomy digs.
On the ground beside me I’d made a pile of grass and weeds all mixed in with a little bit more dirt. The pups could not have been happier about this. They immediately began sniffing and snuffling at the greens, occasionally lifting their snouts to the wind to catch a whiff of another dog, a wallaby, a possum or two.
We stayed out there for a little while, enjoying the warmer morning and calibrating this minor change in our usual morning machinations.
The moral of this story? Perhaps it’s this:
Free the violets, wherever and whenever you possibly can, even if it means getting some dirt under your nails. Actually ESPECIALLY when it means getting some dirt under your nails.
Love to you, pals. Thank you for your support and kindness. You are the best.