Summer was in full swing, the flowers in the garden were smiling at the sun. The air was filled with the sweet smell of bee balm and the sound of the honey bees swarming around the flower heads. The morning glories were winding their way up the trellis beside the garden gate, blue and purple and pink blossoms announcing their beauty. Calli was lying on the ground, staring at the clouds in the sky. Resting, that’s what she was doing. Soaking in the sweet smell of the flowers mixed with the rich smell of the earth. She felt divine. This was her place to revitalize and restore her spirit. Being a part of the earth and watching the plants transform from seeds to sprouts to small seedlings and finally to mature plants, this was her calling. This was why she was here. She’d read so many self-help books that touted the message of doing what you love and the money will follow. Well, she was doing exactly what she loved, and it felt like she was chasing the money instead of having the money follow her into her bank account. No time to wallow in that right now. She had another six rows of peas to pick and get ready for the farmers market in the morning. The sounds of the bees pollinating the flowers were like a happy tune being played on the stage just for her. She was enthralled with the rhythm and the harmonies that nature offered anyone who would take the time to listen. She was a master with time and patience unlike her parents who were continually harping at her to get a real job. A job where you reported to your cell each and every day at the same time, a job where you sat at a desk and did projects, talked on the phone, listened to the droning of the rest of the captives in the office, who also had their own little cells where they talked to people all day about buying this or that or don’t you want to lower your interest rate… all those crazy telemarketing calls she listened to on her answering machine. She knew that her parents thought she was wasting her life by growing flowers, vegetables and herbs and selling them at the local farmers market. They had bigger plans for her life, a career, a husband, and kids and of course grand kids for them to spoil. Who said they had her best interests at heart? It sounded like they had their best interests at heart and if she was married off then they wouldn’t have to worry about her. Such is life, and it is her life after all, not theirs. With a huff, Calli unglued herself from the warm hug of Mother Earth and got to work on those last rows of peas.
Calli loved the sound of the snap of the pea pods as she removed them from the vine. She moved quickly down the rows, filling her sling with the ripe pea pods. Both of her hands were free to harvest the peas, the brightly colored sling was her prize invention. It was similar to the slings that mothers carried their new born babies in. It reminded her of a kangaroo’s pouch, protective and easy to fill with the harvest of her vegetable garden. She filled it several times emptying the pods into a large basket. She counted three baskets full just from today’s pickings. Smiling she did the math quickly in her head. This will be at least a $200 day tomorrow at the market with just this crop of peas. Calli laughed out loud. Try to convince me now that I’m wasting my time and not making any money. This day alone will pay my rent and give me some extra cash towards my dream. Calli didn’t talk to anyone about her dream. Well, not any physical person. She talked about her dream all the time to the birds, butterflies, bees, and her garden helpers. She knew it was in safe keeping with them, unlike what would happen if she shared it with her parents or any of her friends. It’s always best to keep your dreams pure until you can make them appear in your reality. When other people start putting in their 2 cents worth of opinion, then the dream became cloudy, murky, and has lost its purity and its true essence.