Sprout!

There's a funny little article in the current New Yorker about the actor Christopher Walken, whose starring in the wacky Broadway production of Martin McDonagh's dark comedy "A Behanding in Spokane." The article talks about Walken visiting his childhood home in Astoria, and then there's a funny little quip about Walken marveling and reveling in the eventual sprouting of his avocado pit - which he suspended in water with three toothpicks two months before. "Look, my avocado is growing," he said. "Isn't that great? It's been sitting there for two months, then it did that." I think it's kind of wonderful that an actor of his stature and fame is so pleased by his developing taproot. It also reminded me of why I liked his particular brand of wackiness, and it got me to thinking about myself and my experience these last two years. I have something in common with the avocado taproot. I am in a state of suspension - direction and options are endless, but not evident at the moment. I keep waiting in suspense - buoyed by an invisible support - in the form of the eventual laws of nature; of a pit growing, sprouting after a long gestational period. I believe in my talents and the things I have to offer, even though I've been floating around in this murky no-man's land for a while now. The weather and the fact that Spring is a sproutin' is helpful, and serves as a good reminder, that even after a bleak Winter, a young shoot can always spring up, and set forth with her belated but nonetheless, stalwart plan.