Creation - The Good Life!

I live in Kansas.  On a nature preserve with a lake in my backyard.  You can't swim or fish in it but still, it's beautiful.  The geese land on the lake twice a day and make you very aware of their presence each time.  Same time same place, everyday.  They seem to like it but of course, they being geese it's really pretty hard to tell.

If my memory and the writings of Wayne Dyer are to be believed, I created this place in my mind's eye, imagined it, wished for it and my "vibrational match" led me to it six months ago.  It or I led myself away from Los Angeles having been so unhappy there for so long, and to this beautiful place, where outside my door lies spread before me a quiet street framed by immaculate lawns, perfectly arranged flowers (mine included) buds lifting up to the street, waving in the breeze to friendly passers by, walking their even friendlier dogs.  Paradise.  Yes.

Back home in Burbank the a fore mentioned scene could not have taken place.  In it's stead would be a busy street leading to a cute little neighborhood park, filled, at times with happy screaming.....happy children.  My oldest daughter being one of them.  Our lawn, not so immaculate with one weed seemingly curving and spiraling throughout the lawn, making it impossible to actually pull it up without changing the entire landscape.  Our neighbor's houses all unique and "full of character"  standing beside us with their imperfect lawns and shrubs and trees, some rather unkempt, others a complete loss.  Beautiful roses, no matter where we went the roses grew and continue to grow without regard to the mood and arrangement of the other plants.  Queens of all they survey.  There was always something I wanted to change.

Here there is very little to change if anything.  You have to really concentrate - creation, it seems has already happened, spent it's energy and decided to take a long break.  Maybe forever, who knows.  For someone who has spent a good deal of my life creating something:  choreography, short films, children - I wonder what needs creating here.   Will I be settled and content like so many around me?  Will talking about wine and beer and basket ball games  keep my mind occupied until I have nothing left to say accept, "Go Jay Hawks" or "I'll try the Malbec, it's from Argentina!"?  I guess that remains to be seen.  Must I "rage against the machine"?  Well, maybe not rage so much as discuss politely and then quietly change my mind.  This is the midwest after all.   This is the good life.