This is how they look today.
This is how they looked last week.
You know what I want.
I want peaches.
I’m afraid they’ll be blown off, rained into mold, pecked at by birds, eaten from the inside by I don’t know what, I’m looking for caterpillars crawling, small and large bugs I don’t know the names of, all the earthly beings eating them unripe before they get a chance to be what I want.
And. And what? What if they survive all the above ills? What then.
Well, all the things that go after ripening peaches, ripe peaches, bark, branches too many and too few, too low and too high.
What then? Who are they, They who want my peaches.
This is too much to wait for. The tension is too much.
Okay – so this was my way of relating to a quote today I saw from Esther Hicks/Abraham. Here it is – why not just put it out there, it’s what I wanted to say in the first place……
“Whatever you’re thinking about is literally like planning a future event. When you’re worrying, you are planning. When you’re appreciating you are planning. What are you planning?”
There, isn’t that perfect?