Friday Distractions

The backbone of the watering system is in place.  Next comes planting.

A small community of plants are waiting at the transfer station (my driveway) looking forward to their relocating to their new homes. 

All remains in transition and I am once again struggling to keep on track.  It is not that I do not have enough time, there is enough time for what needs to be done, and what isn't done is not truly important.  But still I struggle.  I am not good at the day to day routine stuff, keeping everything together and neat and orderly; or more exactly I am organized and I can be good at that, but it is a background activity, a support structure as it were for my more free-flying thoughts and inspirations.  And I am in free-flying visionary mode right now, filled with ideas and plans and not therefore very efficient at the mundane day to day details.  Not that I am actually a detail oriented person by nature.  I only do details when they capture my fancy, relate to a specific vision or goal, are a means to an end.  

And so, here I am with a plan for the activities over the next few days, and a schedule of what must be done by when, but in the meantime I am easily distracted by other things, and there are piles on the dining table and my desk, which would drive me to distraction except that at the moment I am ignoring them.

Far more important was noticing the sky yesterday late-afternoon/early evening, about 2 hours before sunset.  The sky was a deep cerulean blue, lightening and brightening toward the horizon, but still saturated with color.  It was a painterly sky, filled with puffs of painterly clouds. Although the play of light highlighted texture and color and the clouds had weight and presence in the air, they also seemed so bouyant and light, ephemeral even.  Is it possible to be simultaneiously weighty and ephemeral?.  It popped into my head that if you crossed cotton candy with popcorn and let the result float freely in the air like a balloon, this is what you would have.  It is not profound image.  I apologize for that.  I tried to take a picture with my phone from my car.  Mistake.  I really need to learn more about photography, take more time, pay more attention.  The artifact from the car windows, the assorted telephone poles and wires, had more life than the sky behind them.  Of course this too could be a metaphor, how sometimes we need to look beyond the everyday clutter of our lives, and see the perfection of the sky that lies just beyond the fringes of our attention.  It was one of those moments when reality looked more like a painting than it normally does, one of those moments where art and life coincide, were the real and the ideal align for just a moment, and if we are looking capture our breath and reward us wtih infinite possibilities.