It's been a delicious year.
One week ago, shy one hour, I was rear-ended by a distracted 22-year old and my life turned into smashed cars, pain and suffering and doctors visits and hours on the phone with insurance agents and arranging for and picking up rental cars and adjusting to new circumstances and intending that all of this interruption and challenge is a blessing in disguise. Yes, this is a blessing in disguise although I'll only recognize the blessing in retrospect.
That's how life works. The strikes and folds, the bends and curves of whoa! this roller coaster our souls have bought a ticket to.
But moving back a bit, had I not been rear ended while waiting patiently with my brake lights and turn signals on, with my spirit uplifted and motivation intact, I would have started this a week ago. But, to be honest, there have been interruptions of different sorts arising for months that I've allowed to hold me back.
If I'd moved through any or all of those interruptions, I would have said, I started this year in the throes of an illustration project for which I was also hired and charged with designing the book and managing the project—an illustration project of 60 fruits and vegetables. It was a mighty task and I loved it—the challenges and victories alike.
Here's a glimpse of what the end product looks like:
~Oscar Wilde, 'The Decay of Lying: An Observation', 1889
No, no, I thought. This will never do! I rescued the seedlings, adopted some out-of-date recycling bins which I filled with good dirt and started a garden project outside my bedroom window. One thing led to another...
Suddenly, I'd started a rather extensive garden project. Over the summer, I learned about nurturing soil, the effects of extreme weather on plants, what vegetables need more than scented gardens and perennial flowers (those being my forte... fortés?). My burgeoning garden yielded tomatoes (but only a few), cucumbers (as few), green peppers (late, even still now, in November) and loads of happy herbs.
Understanding by August that my summer yield was slim, I started a fall garden with new knowledge and tools (amendments) for the soil.
Then life will find its very existence from the arts."