We see it in nature. The seasons are cyclical, but the exact timing is out of our hands and nature remains a mystery. There is a sleepy calm to the winter dormancy. After nature has a rest, we notice the heralds of early spring: Camelias, Hellabores, Witch Hazels, Crocus, and Galanthus. Their hopeful color and fragrance peak out of the browns and whites of winter. It seems life is a mixture of tender familiarities and unknowns. The unknowns keep things interesting.
Last March I went on a Journey , visiting schools of Horticulture. One school and one program stood above the rest, but seemed like a long shot: The Longwood Graduate Program in Public Horticulture a the University of Delaware. But they only choose five people each year. (usually Science people) The program is fully funded with a stipend! I applied and then I waited.
While I waited, I rekindled my love affair with ballet. And then began the delicate walk between two passions. Imagine walking the edge of two round pools, jumping into the garden pool one day and onto the stage the next. No straight lines here. I wondered how long I could manage to keep both in my daily life.
And then I got invited for an interview at the Longwood program...
And then I got chosen to be a Fellow!
|Hellabore (Lenten Rose)|
And in their acceptance, they said something like:
We just want you to know that we see your background as an asset. We are hoping you will pursue performing arts in the public garden with your thesis.
I had not considered this option, I still didn't believe that I could have both. Now I'm convinced that there aren't very many straight lines in life. The earth is round, not flat. The planets orbit the sun in an oval shape. Spring comes around every year and we travel in changing circles and ovals, sometimes two at a time. We pick things up and we leave things behind. They appear again. We create, we believe, we hold on, we let go, we rest. We stretch the limits and the boundaries of our perception.
Just one more adventure that shows nothing happens in a vacuum.
|Wake up and smell the Witch Hazel, spring is on the way!|