Finding Our “Nourishing” Niche

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Dear Reader:

I will mark this day on my potting calendar….April 4, 2016….my first potting project begins in my new semi-renovated potting shed.!

zimcal_LRGI found this astrological moon calendar….just perfect for planting the moon flower seeds.

My first potting endeavor is making me so happy. I used my Iphone to play some soothing music and  was lost in time…envisioning what the finished potted planter will look like when complete.

I was in my happy place…It is everything I hoped for and more than I expected. All the dirty, yucky work to get to this place was more than worth the labor. (Though at the time I kept telling myself that I would rather have a root canal than keep knocking spider webs out of the corners and sweeping up broken items in every category imaginable…while they multiplied right before my very eyes.) What would I have done without Ernie to haul seemingly endless boxes and trash cans of “stuff” away? Cleaning out the garage (after it has been abandoned for decades) is one of the most difficult labors of love one can do.

And it was a labor of love…to myself…to have my special little niche to putter and potter around in. It was part of my overall dream and visualization when the idea of a garden was first brought up….and now I am there. It is a strange feeling to find oneself living the life visualized…a most satisfying one.

Don’t get me wrong…there is still a  ways to go….a coat of paint and some fun accessories to Bohemian it up will help the overall effect…still I have my “soul nourishing” niche! Everything else will happen in its own good time. Thank you God.

And recently I needed this special hideaway even more badly….I contracted the virus that goes with the hand, foot, mouth (adult version) “bug” from the grandchildren…all the boys attend the same pre-school and this very contagious virus swept through like a tornado.

I first felt it a week ago last Monday and when it hit…it hit like a ton of bricks….chills, fever, muscle aches and pain and the worst…mouth sores. Over the past week it would seem to get better only to make its return known the following day….I feel like I have been on a roller coast ride for a week.

Thank goodness my annual physical was slated for yesterday at Dr. Montoya’s office. You can tell how yucky I was feeling when I almost cancelled the appointment because I figured the “physical” exam results would be a skewed Duh! I was sick and had a doctor’s appointment by happenstance and I was going to cancel….obviously this virus had affected my cognitive decision-making ability.

I got a lot of reassurance, from my doctor, that this virus, too, would pass, it was just my compromised immune system that was having to fight extra hard to ward off the results of this nasty little virus. I was given a B-12 injection to jump-start my immune system and medicine to help with the mouth sores. I love my doctor!

So re-energized with hope and new-found stamina I put my hands in the dark rich potting soil and never looked back. The best medicine around….

It is really our perception of our dream goal that makes the journey getting there bearable.

(Simple Abundance-Breathnanche)

” Here’s an interesting proposition. Most of us don’t think of fixing up our homes, basements, attics,  or garages as a pleasurable ‘pursuit of happiness’ because we usually approach it as a feat requiring more physical, psychic, creative, and financial resources than would be necessary to scale the most formidable mountain in the world….

“This morning, for instance, I would rather go over Niagara Falls in a barrel than tackle our basement. But then I would also love to carve out a little space for an art studio where I would have the space to dabble in my textile designs. 

To accomplish this, I have to redeem more space from chaos. If I approach this project as a hobby, instead of a chore, maybe I’ll find the time to do all the other projects needed done to create a nook of my own.”

So until tomorrow….“Dreams don’t work….unless we do.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*The clematis is climbing and showing off its beauty to the world!

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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2 Responses to Finding Our “Nourishing” Niche

  1. Jo Dufford says:

    I really hope you will be feeling better soon. So glad your garage-cleaning project is over and you have your potting shed to enjoy. It made me think about my attic. Maybe there is something to the fact that moving every few years removes junk (but remember “one man’s junk is another man’s treasure”, or at least I try to excuse it that way). Well, maybe I’ll try to look at it as a hobby, and start soon removing the “attic treasures, some from the last 50 years”. Thanks for giving me another way of looking at this project (a hobby? It’ll take a little more time to wrap my head around that, so like Scarlet, “I’ll have to think about that tomorrow.” Seeing your finished product does inspire me, however.

  2. Becky Dingle says:

    It did seem alike a mammoth task and it was …but I had help hauling out and that was huge…but oh I feel like an albatross is off my back getting that garage cleaned out. Hobby….yeah…more like a necessity ….a means to the end.

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