Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Writing 101, Day Two: A Room With a View or Just a View.

on June 3, 2014

The Carlsbad Flower Fields are fifty acres of land in Carlsbad CA near the Pacific Ocean. Planted in these fields are thousands of tulip bulbs that bloom in March and April every spring. When the tulips bloom it is like a Monet painting come alive. I hadn’t known about the Flower Fields when I booked a week in May at a hotel in Carlsbad so I never saw the fields in bloom. Instead, I experienced the majesty of the fields lying fallow.

My hotel room had a little balcony. It provided me with a front row seat overlooking the fields. I sat there in the presence of the bare earth. Though the time for blooming was over, there was a different beauty in the brown fields now furrowed and awaiting time for the planting of new bulbs. I was overcome with a visceral connection between the brown earth and me. The fields were fallow, but full of promise. The earth possessed everything for the cycle of growth and blooming, fading and resting. The fallow earth was complete in itself with possibilities for creation and beauty. And it had to do nothing.

I breathed in the word fallow like a mantra. For so many years I had been about the busy-ness of life – marriage, children, now grandchildren, work, getting more degrees and changing course to work again, volunteer work. Fallow felt just right for me. It was time to breathe in the simplicity of bearing fruit from what was already planted within me. And to breathe out anxiety about getting things done on a deadline, keeping commitments to so many people and things, loving my family actively and mostly putting my concerns for them first. I think I love all things more deeply now out of fallowness.

Today I can picture the fallow field and feel my own fallowness. I can go to this place and be at peace and altogether alive.

8 responses to “Writing 101, Day Two: A Room With a View or Just a View.

  1. shazzameena says:

    ‘Fallow felt just right for me. It was time to breath in the simplicity of bearing fruit from what was already planted within me.’ I like these words and your descriptive post.

  2. Chaos Girl says:

    I really enjoy how you saw and took wisdom in and from the fallow. That is something to think about.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Being with that fallow field was really something. I felt its energy. When I was in Kenya I felt some of that. The second ( and only other) time I went to Africa I flew with my husband to Ghana for a conference. We flew over the Sahara in daylight and I was stunned by the energy emanating from the earth. I grew up in the South where the land is a powerful thing.

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  4. Sahara says:

    This is gorgeous. Because a “fallow field,” though it isn’t visually producing anything, isn’t really fallow. It’s doing the work of the next bit of beauty. Thank you for this framing.

  5. Just love the comparison here , I learn so much by reading your posts , blessings Kathy.xxx

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