One night I dreamt that I was riding someone's bike. I think it had a basket and bell so I know it wasn't mine. (It might have belonged to my Southern friend Pamela who each and every time refers to her bike very properly as a "bicycle".)
So I was riding a bike and came across a farmer's field. There were many neat rows and the farmer was just finishing planting corn and other garden-y sorts of things. I began to ride my bike from the corner of his beautifully prepared field with the end goal being the opposite corner of his field which ended conveniently on the road that I wanted to be on. His field offered the shortest distance between points A and B.
As I attempted to cut across his field he stopped me saying that I had to go around. I had to take the longer way on the road. And that I could not cut across his field -- that it would ruin the seeds that had been planted.
Of course I wasn't too happy. I saw how much shorter it was to just ride across and I felt impatient. But as a desendant of a long line of farmers, I knew that one does not mess with a farmer and his crops. So I was forced to bypass the shortcut.
It won't come as a surprise for me to tell you that during the time that I had this dream, I was laying the foundation for a lot of changes in my business. And the work was pretty intense. And I probably had some doubts and felt kind of tired. And I definitely was aware in my waking hours of wanting to be somewhere else, over there, well beyond the foundational stages.
So, along came a farmer and his grounded wisdom. If you take the shortcut . . . it will ruin the seeds that have been planted.
I had to be reminded that those seeds are beautiful sparks of divine inspiration. And that nurturing them, watering them, and seeing them for the necessity of what they need to be right now is a rich vision to have -- a rich place to be.
Pink One, where are you with any seeds you've planted? Tempted like I was to not be where you are? Tempted to just run over those seeds and be done with it and satisfy the impatient urge?
Take it from me -- the one who wanted the shortcut -- the path that seems longer provides some beautiful scenery, wind in the hair, and a chance to ring a bicycle bell.
Wishing you inspired scenery,
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