"Worry is a misuse of imagination!"
The gentleman that I currently care for, loves to share this quote with me ( sorry, I dont know who said it originally).Each time he tells me, he believes he is sharing it for the very first time. I don't correct him, I don't want to worry him. We speak about his memory loss, so he is aware. I don't see the point, in pointing it out every time to him. But everytime he does tell me, it's always at the right time, the time when I really need to hear it. Worry, is just something us humans have to deal with. Its a part of our make up.
It got me thinking about how some things come to you, just when you need them. Little signs from the universe, reminders, encouraging us to keep going.
I've been thinking about what I put out into the universe. What I have asked for. Most recently, it has been for work and right now I have jobs in caring, gardening and cleaning. Today I was introduced to a woman, who is looking for someone to look after her garden. She's unsure how much she'll be around, so she'd need someone to maintain it.
There are already, a few raised beds which were used in the past for growing veg, a pond and lots of flower beds and fruit trees. It sounds a lot, but it's not a huge space, its just been well planned out, with every available space being utilised. I'll meet with her next week, to speak more in depth.
Things have been progressing quite well, in that area of my life. With lots of little jobs coming to me. Where I get to care, for both people and the land. Yesterday I spend a few hours gardening, outside in the sun, surrounded by trees and plants. If I'm going to be working, I'm happy it is here. Happy that I get to dip my hands in different things, learning things along the way.
I've also began helping an elderly neighbour, in her garden. She turned ninety last week and she has a wealth of knowledge, about the different plants here and she has built quite a few structures on her land. I've only just began to help her out, she's still very active, but as she herself put it. " I'm no longer able to lift rocks". She is so inspiring and I really enjoy being in her company, helping her tend to her garden, that she so lovingly created. A garden that is full of wonderful stories.
I spend quite a large portion of the last few months worrying about how I could provide for my girls. Letting it take me to a few dark places, questioning my abilities. My self worth. But I feel like, that process has really help me uproot some very deep traumas and now that I have, I have created space for change. A change in my reality.
So yes worry is a waste of imagination, but it also a catalyst for change. If you allow yourself to work with it.
All pictures used, are my own.
