There are all kinds of gadgets to keep watering hoses organized and most are designed to keep it tightly coiled. For decades, every aspect of my life was wound tight like a watering hose.
Last summer, I purchased a large, metal, decorative drum to coil my hose in and my daughter was amused how perfectly it laid inside the walls of the drum. You could learn a lot about me just by looking at that hose, but in March of this year that hose drum went into the giveaway pile. The hose now lies freely on the ground and it’s much easier to use. I think it’s happier uncoiled and regarded as a valuable tool, opposed to keeping it neatly wound just so it will look nice.
I posted here about loosening my grip on the little bit of control I thought I had in my life and it’s been a year-long process, but I’m seeing progress. When we stop controlling, we start living.
I mentioned here about taking care of a neighbor’s flower beds while she was away and this last time her flowers really struggled. She wanted me to water on two different occasions in her absence and specified two particular days instead of letting me care for them as often as needed. She returned home, and had to cut one of the plants down to the ground because it was suffering. When we ask for help, it creates a space for someone to step in. Trust it.
Living in ease opens my eyes to all the tiny miracles compiled in a moment. Looking out a window, I noticed a Hibiscus bloom laying on the porch and it was a new bloom, so I didn’t know why it was off the vine, but knew what to do.
The Hibiscus bloom remains open only for a day, so I brought it inside to enjoy. This level of living occurs the day we decide to uncoil the hose.
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