Potential

The sepals stretch, the pistils punch through… boom! Wow! Speachess…

The garden is abundant with life, creatures, and colour… life is busy; butterflies, dragonflies, birds, nature is at a peak of activity… a grand efflorescence… energy sparks, people are full of potential…

When the position and configuration is right we have potential to be. Life is possible, we may become, things can be achieved. 

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The Saturday morning footballers are churning with potential, they need to ‘do’. They need to run and kick and engage a primal urge to be active… it’s a wonderful thing.

The summer club children burst with excitement and a final game of parachute and… and… ice-creams all round. Yeaaaa!

Johan is able to walk to a shift of work with his mind on his daughter’s birthday.

Maria returns from a busy morning, she needs a cuppa and some time-out.

Two sparrows wash in the birdbath, and an apple falls from the tree.

Babies are born, on average four every second worldwide. Memories are created. Seven billion people are alive… the potential is great. On average we know a few hundred people each.

Ceilings smash, and rivers burst their banks. We store for a rainy day, or a drought.

The nature of the mind is limitless as far as we dare to imagine.

Memories fade, but don’t die.

I return again to the phrase from Wallace Stevens that has travelled with me since my university daze… 

“The interaction between things is what makes them…” …flourish!

To flourish: to grow or develop in a healthy or vigorous way, to release potential…

What might come from our interaction, our integration, our commune-ity, is often unknown.

The sharing of words… pazazz, palaver, paradise…

The sharing of minds… erhebung, dance…

The sharing of bread… com-panion-ship…

As T S Elliot pondered… a perpetual possibility… quick now, here, now, always… complete simplicity

Our world is abundant with life. Busy, human nature… energy sparks, we are full of perpetual possible potential.