I spent time with a friend on a project to untangle vines and re-route them to grow and climb on the lattice he had erected recently. This project had been going on for days, maybe even weeks and was exhausting him physically and mentally. Although I was wiped out at the time, I knew that spending time on this would be good for me. I’d be helping a friend while taking my mind off the cause of my own distress.
A wall had been created by the vines twisting and winding around each other. Picking a sprig and tracing it back to find an end tendril was how we started to untangle them. Once found, we began the careful process of unwinding and threading it through knots, some of what looked like braided ropes. This required patience, focus and often a gentle touch. Some of the vines were young, green and growing quickly after the recent rain, in whatever direction was available, while others were mature with thick, hearty stems that appeared to be keystones for the development of the wall we were dismantling.
Once found, we began the careful process of unwinding and threading it through knots, some of what looked like braided ropes. This required patience, focus and often a gentle touch.
Just an hour of my time seemed to give my friend a little relief from the project that was overwhelming him. Sometimes all it takes is a little help from a friend who’s not emotionally (or financially) invested in the project. “Fresh eyes” on the project can at times see what needs to be done – whether it’s disentangling vines, pulling out the dead ones or recognizing the need to clip some.
As we did this job together and redirected the branches to grow around the lattice, we were able to expose the beautiful passion flowers hidden within the vine wall.
Is this an allegory or is there a metaphor for me? Maybe.