Pluck, like low –hanging fruit the opportunity to live your dreams.
It’s there. Waiting for you.
It grew from seed, to sapling to maturity under the glow of sun and youthful wishes. It leafed into a fullness with loving crooning and tears. Then determination followed by surrender brought blossoms to the branches and the buds of fruit with the music of prayer.
And here it is, finally. Lush and ripe and full of the promise of satisfaction. All I have to do is stretch out a hand and pluck it. Each morning for the last week, I’ve thought about it. Savored it.
Each morning for the last week I’ve loved the knowledge that the moment is here. The window is open and my dreams are ready for me to step in and embrace them. I’ve worked my lifetime for this opportunity – and yet, each morning I bask in the feeling of it being here and I do not reach out and take it.
Why don’t I take it? It’s there! I worked hard to get this far and I can have it with a word. Why haven’t I accepted it?
Is it because I have such difficulty receiving? Why do I block myself from receiving?
Is it the absolute knowledge that if I take it, if I reach my hand out and harvest this fruit that I have worked so hard to grow from seed – everything will be changed.
Everything will be different.
Such is the nature of what I have yearned for. Such is the life I have struggled to allow. I cannot accept my dreams and gift without being ready to release all that I have at this moment. All that I have today will shift and lurch and become something different the moment I pluck this opportunity. I will never be the same. I may be better, or not. I may be stronger or wiser or more empowered. But I will never again be what I am this day.
And I admit there is hesitation in letting go of what I know for a life I have only imagined. Fear of the unknown.
But to accept it means grabbing hold with absolute conviction. It means putting all my trust in the outcome, all my weight into the acceptance. Belief in the Universe that I will be caught. Faith in the ones I love that they will support my change. Trust in my own strength and wisdom that I can handle all the changes that will come with this new life.
I am full of gratitude, bubbling with excitement for the adventure, and yet – I still have not plucked it. Shiny plump and succulent, I stare at it each morning and think, if I take this opportunity today – what will my tomorrow be?
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