And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~ Kahlil Gibran

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Making Something Beautiful

I have always wanted to make something amazingly beautiful. It is part of my creative side. I am forever decorating, painting, sketching, writing, crafting. Nothing makes me happier than creating something that pleases the eye.

Last night I was feeling a little bit down. It seemed to me that everything I have made just wasn't good enough. There was nothing in my vast collection of things I have "prettified" that truly took my breath away. I have yet to write a poem that changes lives, yet to paint a picture that brings tears and gasps of awe from those who view it, yet to design the garden that takes folks away to the magical place of their sweetest childhood dreams of an enchanted forest.

I was feeling like a failure.

Then, just as I was drifting off to sleep, it came to me. I have created something wonderful. And this something is going to live on after I am gone. It will change people's lives, it will bring something special to the world that no one else can.

The thing I created? Well, there are two of them.

My Sprouts.

Big Sprout, summer '09 ///////// Little Sprout and Grandma Barefoot, fall '09


cherylhotton said...

Beautiful girls and such a proud accomplishment for you !

Finding Pam said...

That is one of my greatest achievements, our children. You are so blessed to have those precious red headed girls.

Deb said...

Beautiful post, Barefoot. You have two lovely children, and you certainly care that they are guided with love and wisdom. I am so grateful for my 3 wonderful kids also, even though they drive me nuts on a daily basis. :)

Fr. Peter Doodes said...

And don't forget all those lives you brighten by your words Barefoot, is that not beautiful also?

barefoot gardener said...

Awwww, thanks guys!

Lisa said...

RED ALERT! RED ALERT! The Barefoot Gardener has gone missing! Everyone start looking. She may be face first in the snow.

Or kidnapped by evil elves.

Maybe the Sprouts gift-wrapped her and stuck her under the tree.

Or maybe I threw here out with all of my school papers and she is on her way to the recycling center!

Just find her! Christmas won't be the same without the Gardener!!

barefoot gardener said...