I woke up this morning feeling depleted and bereft after pushing too hard against my natural rhythm all week. The burning question in my mind was, “What’s the point?” I honestly couldn’t say.
I went out into the garden, knowing that connecting with living, growing things is usually balm for my soul. I picked raspberries, gently plucking the sweet thimble-like fruit into a well worn paper pint container – a simple and kindly reassuring task. I harvested beans and tomatoes, and checked on the status of the rest of my nourishing bounty. One corner of the garden has been rather over-taken by milkweed, which I left intentionally to attract monarch butterflies. Lo and behold, this morning, I spotted 15 monarch caterpillars munching away on the smooth oval foliage. What a heartening sight!
Shortly after coming back inside, I saw a movement outside my window. A young black bear was out in the yard. I watched as it made it’s way up the front slope, behind the woodshed, and up into the woods behind the house. It was so calm, so unperturbed – just following its own rhythm and its own flow. It wasn’t wondering what the point was. It was just BEING and doing what bears do.
Soon the monarch caterpillars will have eaten their fill of milkweed and they will begin their transition to pupae, and then eventually emerge as butterflies to begin their migration back to warmer climes. They too, have their own rhythm, and nothing can be rushed. They do not question the point. They simply go with their own unique flow. But maybe that IS the point. We all need to find the rhythm and flow that works for us. Maybe it’s then that we can emerge as fully developed beings and soar to our deepest potential and purpose.