. . . and movin' on down the road.
When they say that gardening is therapeutic, and good exercise, they aren't justa woofin'! And it still amazes me at how much I learned just from watching for all those years. It's kind of like taking care of a good friendship/relationship, whatever. Take the time to read the instructions on the fertilizer (get a handle on the personality you're dealing with); turn the dirt (be sure to expose what you want to of yourself); dig a hole twice as big as the container (learn what lies below your friends' surface), place the extra dirt in a wheel barrow (like setting aside your differences); put some good fertilizer in the hole and turn it (like nurturing your friendship); place the plant in the hole after loosening it's root ball (set the friendship free with room to grow); put the extra dirt back in and push all the air out of the soil (solidifying your relationship); then water the area, add a little sunshine, and watch it grow!
Mind you, this isn't going to work sometimes (with plants or friends), but when you've tried your best, that's all you can do. Some things just aren't meant to be. When that happens, just let it go.
Some friendships (and family!) have come and gone through my journey, but the ones that I think have gone are probably still there. They just need a little watering . . . but alas, so do I! It's that proverbial two-way street. You can try as hard as you might, but some things just wilt away.
All of this is what makes me thankful that I've made friends with myself. If you don't have that trust in yourself, you're in trouble. If you do, it's a beautiful thing. It's where the contentment and wind beneath your wings come from . . .
"We cannot direct the wind . . . but we can adjust the sails."
Onward . . .
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