We place fences everywhere.
Fences between our houses. Fences delineating our gardens. Fences alongside railway lines. Fences around yards, car parks and compounds. Fences to keep the animals in, fences to keep them out. Fences around parks and ponds. Fences marking out the route the country pathway takes. Fences shaping fields and grazing land. High fences around prisons. Low fences around vegetable plots. Fences between thrusting motorway carriageways and their speeding contents. Fences on bridges. Fences at the stadium. Fences at the racetrack. Fences at the top, or bottom, of the stairs.
Some keep us out, some keep us in. Some are to indicate the way. Some to stop us meandering off the way. Some show possession. Some deny access. Some deny exit. Some are aesthetic, some very functional.
Which side are you on?
And what about the fences of your mind?
The fences that determine choice. The fences that set out appropriate or inappropriate behaviour. The fences that inform us we can’t or we shouldn’t. The fences that motivate and drive action or tell us inappropriate or unachievable action. The internal fences that keep us safe. The internal fences that restrict our growth and learning. The fences that allow us to see potential, the fences that blind us to reality.
Invisible fences, but often just as effective.
Which side are you on?
I watched a few minutes of Crufts the other day.
Handlers parade their dogs around a ring, holding the lead taught and seemingly uncomfortably high, so that the dog’s posture looks good. So that they can be displayed at their best.
Outside just now, across the street, a man was walking his dog on a lead. One of those retractable leads where the dog’s freedom can be moderated; the lead shortened or extended at the push of a button, curtailing the extent of the dog’s freedom to roam, bringing it to heel.
I wonder if as human beings we hold our own lead sometimes?
Sometimes pulled taught to show us off at our best, yet maybe inauthentic? Sometimes reining us in from our full potential? The lead, or leash, often invisible to us.
Where would freedom take us?
Flowers are amazing.
As Spring approaches and the first flowers of the season are out, it’s hard not to wonder at their sophistication.
They reach up and face the sun in an attempt to maximise their potential. They become open, literally, to possibilities. When night draws in and growth is no longer fed by the nourishing sunlight, they close and bow their heads, patiently waiting for the next surge of life expanding light and warmth.
They are hugely diverse, bright, colourful in a range of sizes. All are welcome in the garden.
We could learn so much.