January 8, 2013
The prompt for ProjectLife365 yesterday was “Simplicity” and I captured this shot:
I asked myself “What’s the simplest thing I can think of?” and the screen of my mind flashed an apple. I went looking for one, knowing with certainty that I would find one.
Apples are ubiquitous. They are plentiful. They are as certain as weather. They are as simple as toast.
But then, as I grabbed this lovely gala apple from the crisper and looked at its skin, I found myself fascinated. I found myself remembering a documentary I once watched in which it was explained that apples weren’t historically as they are now. It used to be that you could find tart, sweet, bland, sharp, and everything in between *on the same tree*. Apples were used primarily for cider. They were fermented, and thus, had a terrible reputation as a troublesome fruit.
Apples became what they are thanks to the guiding hand of humankind. We nudged them, coaxed them, bred them in the direction of our dreams. We wanted crisp, sweet, fragrant. We helped Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Gala, Pink Lady, all the sweet strains you can think of, come into being. We wanted tart for certain purposes (like, pies or preserves), so we grafted and encouraged and cajoled Granny Smiths into being.
Behind every thing we take for granted, behind ever so-called simple thing, there are miracles. There are mysteries. Like the star that appears when you slice an apple ‘the wrong way’, everything has secrets.
I love knowing that.
I’m doing a lot of inner work lately. Cat noticed it, and mentioned that reading my Facebook feed tells her that I’m living my quest. The feed (and my life) is ripe and rife (but not in a bad way) with transformation and symbol. I am not coasting into 2013. I am moving with purpose both with existing currents and against some.
I’m moving with the current that leads towards more creativity, more art.
I am moving against the current that leads towards the status quo.
Towards a long life. Away from the fear that lung disease might kill me early.
Towards forgiveness. Away from residual bitterness ~ the secret grudges we all hold that we aren’t even aware we’re holding.
Away from yoga wear. Away from habits that don’t serve me. Away from the norm. Away from complicated.
Towards glorious yet comfortable bohemian hippy wear. Towards muesli for breakfast and meeting myself on the page. Towards risk and adventure and driver’s licenses and passports.
Whatever that means.
P.S. I’d love it if you’d come hang out with me in my on line arts community. It’s totes gratis, and I made it for you. xo
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(Like apples, I, too, am ubiquitous! *Giggle*)