When Feeling Hemmed In

When Feeling Hemmed In

The rhubarb stalks were spindly, and I wondered why. I soon learnt that the plant needed dividing. This made sense as the rhubarb had stayed in the same large pot in which we had transported it to our new home two years before.

As advised I waited until we were on the cusp of spring before dividing it.One sunny day I gathered various implements with which I planned to extricate the plant from the pot. 

It was hard going as the clumps almost filled the pot. At last I succeeded in loosening the soil and found the plant root bound with the roots intertwined.

Taking my courage in both hands and using a sharp spade, I divided the plant into three. One clump went back into the pot and I planted the other two pieces in different parts of the garden.

At this time when we again find ourselves in lockdown, we might also feel the equivalent of ‘root bound’.

But I have found a good way to broaden my horizons.  I watch the clouds. Sometimes they hurry from East to West. At other times they come from the opposite direction. Their shape is always changing too. Sometimes they resemble whimsical characters from a child’s picture book. For instance, one day a cloud looked like an emu. Another day a cloud looked like a large smiley fish with a beady eye, and yet another an elephant. My imagination soared when I saw them and I smiled.

But sometimes the clouds are like a thick blanket preventing the sun from getting a look in.

At other times the white clouds look invincible as they billow up against a backdrop of a very blue sky. On other days the clouds are ragged as they speed across the sky hustled by the wind. Or black and angry, ready to unleash their fury on unsuspecting people.

Cloud -watching is fun, but the clouds also mirror my ever-changing moods.

Sometimes I feel invincible, at other times brought low by what I see or hear, or gloomy and grouchy.

But whenever the sun breaks through my mood lifts.

I not only need the sun, but the Son of God to lift me up.

Clouds remind me that I’m not in control. They also remind me to make the most of what is. Whenever I’m feeling ‘hemmed in’, they remind me to enjoy the ‘shape’ of each new day, which is often surprising.