Pomona, a wood nymph-cum-goddess had a lackluster interest in love. She preferred to spend her time pruning and watering her fruit trees (her name comes from the Latin word pomum which means fruit.) Although she eventually fell for Vertumnus (a god of changing seasons and agriculture,) she turned away many suitors in favour of her passion for her orchards.
I'm hearing her name whispered on the breeze lately. It could be the Autumn scent of apples in the air, or perhaps the harvest coming in and the Equinox approaching. But I think it's less the fruit, and more the fruitfulness that is on my mind.
Autumn is the perfect time to turn inward and to reflect on our productiveness thus far. Did we accomplish what we set out to do this Spring and Summer, or were we courted by distractions?
One of the exercises I've come across recently is to list all that you have accomplished this year, and then list all that you wanted to accomplish and have not. Perhaps there are things on the "accomplished" list that you hadn't planned but happily achieved. And maybe there are things on the "have not" list, that weren't as important as you first thought.
For me the trick is balance. In order for this project to be successful, I must resist beating myself up for those things I didn't accomplish, yet still be firm enough with myself to observe where change and pruning is needed.
"I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless." ~Bette DavisWhat I don't desire, is looking at my fruitfulness as just another stepping stone up to a pedestle that cannot support me. This quote from Bette Davis seems applicable in today's view of what is "success." Rather than think I have to be a certain way or shape or person, I'd rather look at my individual accomplishments as successes, even if they keep company among occasional missteps or unfinished business.
I admire Pomona's commitment to her fruit. She let very little get in the way of shaping her harvest.