Kermit was Right

It's nearly full-on summer around here (officially on Monday). The warm dry days of May are now the cooler but warmish wet days of June. The out-of-doors is available for enjoyment about 20/7, since "night" accumulates near midnight and the sky starts to get light at about 4 a.m.

Everything grows like crazy these days--energy made visible at the ends of evergreen branches, at the tops of lily plants. The "lings" (duck- and gos-) totter after their elders on dry land and strain to catch up to them in the water. A fawn peers from behind its mother.

So. Creativity. Visible growth. New projects. Energy. Everywhere.

Except here. Here, it's about saying some good-byes. It's about saying some "no, but thanks"-es. It's about hearing some "no" and some "good-bye" and even some "meh." Ouch.

Here, it's looking backward to review and assess. What worked? What didn't? How can that get fixed--can it get fixed, is that even possible? Is it worth it to me to fix? If it's not, is it okay with me if it dies a quiet (or not-so-quiet, or lingering, or very very public, or embarrassingly unobserved) death?

Even the forward-looking part of the process--conjuring dreams, visions, what-ifs, if-this-turned-out-perfectly-it-would-look-likes--are less inspiring than tiring (or, dare I say it, depressing).

And meanwhile, everything outside is green. But...



As usual, Kermit has more than one good thought. It's easy from here to overlook the green, in all its solid ubiquity, because the water is sparkling--over there. I'd rather be doing that shiny stuff.

And the thing to do, when one is out of synch with the season, is be grateful for all that is green. All the projects attempted, however badly executed, were still creative acts. The lives now finished brought joy and interest and laughter as well as annoyance and irritation. Without the joyful parts, there could be no sorrow at their end.

It's only those events that occurred in time that can't be fixed. Anything on paper can be revised at a time when I do have ideas and energy and creativity. And those someones who want to improve on the events that happened in linear time will have my notes to consider or ignore.

But Kermit's best thought for me, now, is "Why wonder?" I'm in the middle of a life of creativity, even if this part of it isn't the fun part.

Overall, this life is green, and it'll do fine, and I think it's what I wanna be.