I’ve been wondering about creativity and all the myriad ideas that have been flowing through me, mourning the loss of those ideas that I haven’t acted upon. And then this morning, as I was looking at the apple tree, it occurred to me that not all blossoms are meant to be pollinated. Sometimes they’re simply here to be beautiful, and what a joy that is.
Each one of these flowers has the potential to be an apple, but they do not all become apples. If they did, the tree branches would break with the weight.
The bees pollinate certain flowers; those become apples.
So, if I’m a bee, what am I choosing to pollinate?
I am choosing to put my attention on creating magic in the world. How about you?