Out and about the other day, taking pictures along the railroad tracks - in the middle of the city, I came across these pods. I should know what they are, but I don't. What I did know, is it captured me in its dormancy.
I had to have a photo. So out of the Zipcar I lean and I get as close as possible. It makes me think about those moments when everything in my life looks like this pod. Dormant, barren, no life.
When I take another look at it, I notice those things I used to call 'wishies' - the things my grandfather hated for me to blow across the yard. It's the beginning of the dandelion or some other tenacious weed. But they are beautiful. They look like floating stars in broad daylight.
There's something to be said for what we believe are the barren moments. The moments we think there's nothing more left. Maybe not any life left, or that we 'might don't make it'. I can't say the moments that feel like this are fewer. It might just be, I've come to weather them better.
I consider each one something new. Hopefully to add to the foundation that's already been laid. The outcome is rarely as it's expected. But I will say there's something to be said for the ability to weather the barren times. There's no harvest without an empty barn to store the wheat.