Grow where you’re planted

I’ve spent a good amount of my life feeling like I didn’t ‘fit in’. I was never popular, never cool, not particularly sporty, and definitely not smart enough to hang with the ‘nerds’. There just was not a group where I could look around and say to myself, ‘yes, these are my people!’. The result is that once I hit about 30, I realised I didn’t care and that the sound of my own drum resonated with me, even if it didn’t for anyone else. And that was liberating.

Since coming back from Thailand a year and a half ago, that feeling has slowly but steadily been creeping back but with a different slant. I look around at all I have, at all we have, in the Western world and wonder why I’m here. Why do I get to have running water, electricity, the right to vote, the ability to receive an education and find gainful employment? Why me?

Contentment is the art of being at peace no matter our circumstances. And we generally take that to mean when we are going through difficulties but does anyone else find it hard to be content with the ‘plenty’ we have? I do. And it’s a constant challenge, not to be grateful, but to be okay with all we have.

While at the beach on our holiday, I came across this weed growing out of the rocks. The yellow was such an unexpected bright spot against the rocks. The words ‘grow where you’re planted’ popped into my mind.

Daisy in rock

It’s tempting to think we have been planted in the wrong spot. It’s tempting to uproot ourselves and go where we think we will be best suited. We’re not content with just growing where we are. We’re always on the lookout for a climate that we think will encourage more growth, where our true potential will be maximised.

Sometimes, it’s important to remember that we are where we are for a reason. We may never fully understand that reason but until we fully embrace our surroundings, we won’t grow or bloom. Maybe you are where you are simply to provide that bright spot among the blacks and browns in someone else’s landscape.

Having the best of both worlds

We’re on holidays this week and as it’s technically winter here, we decided against our usual beach holiday and headed for the NSW hills.

And we’re loving it. This is the view from the verandah.

Our forest retreat.

Yeah, it’s pretty hard to wake up to that each morning 😉

Today we ventured out a little and, surprise, surprise, found ourselves at the beach.

Diamond Head

We’ve realised that while we can have a great time anywhere, we all hanker after the beach. The expanse of blue sea, golden sand and relative ‘aloneness’ has a pull we can’t seem to resist. And as we walk, each wandering in different directions and coming back to each other to show a special shell or tell about some sea life in the rock pools, we are connected but have space. We’re together in our separateness.

The forest is wonderful, and for me, holds a special place in my heart as I grew up in the bush. And what is especially wonderful about where we are on this holiday is that we can wake up to the peace and serenity of the bush, and yet just 30 minutes away, we can sink our toes in the sand and rejuvenate by long walks and some alone, thinking time.

Yes, sometimes you really can have the best of both worlds.