I once had someone send this note to me.
And today, I wanted to send it to you.
Read closer. Read it again and again.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
As a child, I grew up under a large Oak Tree in Texas. The branches stretched far and wide to provide shade not only in my front yard, but out onto my neighborhood block, as well. It was a strong foundation for a swing and the while annoying to see ‘rake leaves’ on chore list from the Mother force, it was quite a sight to see every Fall.
I remember my sidewalk being covered in these little acorns all the time that fell from the tree. They were a bear to walk over barefoot and left stains on the concrete. What I do not think I knew then that I realize now, is those same acorns holds the seeds to the magnificent Oak Tree. This grand-daddy of a tree staring back at me with roots that crack a sidewalk, branches that reach clear across the street and up in the sky, and a trunk that takes 4 Christmas lights strands alone, came from one tiny acorn.
As time seems to fly by, I realize I am in such a rush to be one huge, large Oak Tree now, now, now! And yet, I am reminded by good ol’ Ralph Waldo Emerson, “the creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn”.
How beautiful that the trees know possibility and patience like this.
Oh, how much we can learn from the trees….
So, we were having some troubles with the shower drain. If you have ever experienced this mess – it gets ugly and fast. Soap scum, human hair, dare I say dog hair, sitting water…
Needless to say, it had probably been over 4-5 weeks and I was over it. And yes, I could wait for the manager of my building to finally send someone over – or I could have not waited around about 3 weeks ago, standing in water every shower – neither here, nor there now. Well, last night I decided to take care of business. I put my hair back in a headband, broke out all the cleaning supplies in the house and would not take no for an answer from that shower drain.
You guys, I will leave out the details including multi-purpose cleaner, a cut on thumb from an untwisted wire hanger, elbow grease behind the scrubber, and a total of 37 minutes from start to finish kneeling over the tub’s edge…and just let you all know that I rocked that drain, got my hands dirty and fixed that clog! When the water started to rush down the drain, I truly felt like Clark Griswold on Christmas Vacation when he finally gets the lights to work and the hallelujah song plays in the background. Do note: I sang the song in my head as the water flowed.