Letting go.

With winter on the horizon, I've been feeling guilty that I hadn't completed my volunteer hours at the pea patch in Woodinville. We're required to spend 10 hours a season, working at the farm for the community space. I only had 4 hours and the deadline was looming. I planned to participate in a scheduled work party to get my remaining hours, but had been fretting over not really wanting to spend a day in the rain working in the gardens and whether I wanted to continue there next year anyway. It was so far away and really was a challenge to fight traffic in the summer to get to the garden and water. My friends encouraged me to let it go, donate some money to the farm in lieu of my volunteer hours, and just focus on the life I have in Seattle.

The week before the work party, we were notified that the farm was planning to move all of the gardens in the spring, so the work party was canceled. Since the gardens were going to be moved, there wasn't any sense in spending time working to winterize the current space. And, they were going to forgive any hours unearned. Ah; I didn't have to do my hours, and didn't have to feel guilty about not following through on my commitment. Once all of this came together, I made a decision to let the pea patch go. I had an offer from a friend to garden at her house, so I would have a small space the next year.

Lo and behold, the day after finding out all of this, I received notification from the Seattle Pea Patch that I had a space. In the city! And it was mine now! I will be gardening a 200 sf space in Seattle, only a handful of miles from home, at Judkins Pea Patch. (I will also still garden at my friends place).

Once I was able to let go of the Woodinville space, a new opportunity presented itself. Maybe it was just coincidental timing, but it felt significant. In letting go of something I was grasping onto so hard, I had the room for something new. The universe. It has a way of providing..