We’re wired to live even if all looks hopeless and in counterpoint to what we think is so.Ĭontinue reading “I Yam What I Yam” Author Cara Wilson-Granat Posted on JanuMaCategories Nature Teachers Leave a comment on I Yam What I Yam An oBEEtuary (and a gift from a Patron Saint) There is alive within us all a voice shouting to be heard, “I’m not dead yet!” It’s that treasure, that goldmine glowing inside our soul wanting us to grow beyond our challenges if we would only take the time to nurture who we are. And in just a matter of days “Oila!” It transformed into this viney wonder spreading its loveliness out and over and above my kitchen sink.Īs this is but another of my Nature Teachers, the Lesson was very much learned: that even if we believe we are on empty, and have absolutely nothing left to give or receive there is an indomitable strength of will to thrive and shine. I placed it in a vase, added water and placed it in the sunshine. The hearty tuber was very much alive and worthy of being appreciated if not for a delicious meal, certainly a delicious work of natural beauty.
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Tiny little leafy reminders not unlike the famous Monty Python movie quip seemed to shout at me, “I’m not dead yet!” And so it wasn’t. Then I noticed the little buds peeping out of it. Plans to bake or cook or boil it had definitely passed and now it remained ready to be tomorrow’s next garbage addition. I’d left the yam alone in the kitchen bowl for far too long. And then as it began to wane, its leaves yellowing and falling it looked like The Grim Yam-Reaper had cast the final death knell.Ĭontinue reading “I Yam More Than I Thought I Yam… And So Are You” Author Cara Wilson-Granat Posted on JanuMaCategories Nature Teachers 2 Comments on I Yam More Than I Thought I Yam… And So Are You I Yam What I Yam The little tuber completely exploded with viney greens winding all across the counter top to my delight.
I wrote a blog post some time ago- I Yam What I Yam- about the power of a once-about-to-be-tossed-out-worthless yam who got its second wind. You know how I learn just about all my lessons from Mama Nature, and so far she hasn’t let me down? Well once again I received a double whammy Lesson from two tubers-“two-bers?” a yam and a sweet potato, which I swear are the same thing and I still don’t know the difference other than their size and color? But anyway, I digress. So now that my head is slowly clearing and I’m re-focusing on this thing called Life I just wanted to offer you a mental tidbit that is helping me. Which I’m happy to say looks like is happening day-by-day. Facing a year-end birthday and all of the triggers of getting older and feeling purposeless on this planet, I dragged along boxes of tissue into 2014, along with Vick’s VapoRub, decongestive teas, and in lieu of a stick of dynamite to blast out my stone-walling sinuses I was forced to set aside that “To Do List” and just propped up my self-pity-party along with a poor clogged head and scrunched down under piles of blankets and my cuddly cats (and Pete when he came home from work) and just get over this thing. If you’re as slow-going into this New Year as I have been, welcome to the club. “The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.” That, and realizing the rest of our evening wouldn’t have to be spent with having to rescue and succor a tiny terrified feathered baby 24/7.Ĭontinue reading “Choosing to Fly or Be Flattened (Another Lesson from an airborne Nature Teacher)” Author Cara Wilson-Granat Posted on OctoMaCategories Nature Teachers Leave a comment on Choosing to Fly or Be Flattened (Another Lesson from an airborne Nature Teacher) I Yam More Than I Thought I Yam… And So Are You Relief! Though the cats now had to resign themselves to the boredom of relinquishing their feline fascination with their version of “the food channel,” Pete and I were thrilled to witness the little bird’s freedom. And then, as if by magic, it stopped, turned around, and shaking its wings in what appeared to us as triumph (possibly a birdy “aha moment?”), just flew away into the night.
What to do? Pete and I were prepared to find a way to capture the wayward baby and rescue it as fast as we could. The cats were hypnotized following the wee bird’s body slams from above and below their vantage points.
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Seemingly lost in the dark drawn to the light beyond the glass, it slammed its little wings over and over again in a futile attempt to free itself from the nightmare.
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There, on the other side of the night, pummeling the door and windows in frantic flutter back and forth, was a baby bird. Poised in a purrrmanant stance dictated by some primordial instinct they remained fixated and staring at the glass door of our balcony.
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