I just checked my weather app on my smart phone. Says its raining in Riverside. I looked outside. No rain. Overcast, but no rain. Sometimes my reality is not in agreement with cyber reality. Is that what they mean by "alternative facts"? I am kidding, of course. But really, I feel a bit incongruent.
So I was thinking about how a garden needs to be tended. It needs to be fed and watered and above all, it needs to be weeded. And of course it helps to talk to your plants, encourage them to keep growing, to flourish. The more you pay attention to the healthy plants, the more they will thrive. So it is with all things in life. That which you pay the most attention to, continues. That which you resist, persists. Just a thought...a muse...something to ponder.
The other morning I tackled the onerous task of pulling weeds in my backyard. After the recent rains here in Southern California, this becomes both the blessing and the curse of the breaking of the draught. It is a blessing because it means we may not dry up and blow away as soon as we were thinking; a curse because, well, the weeds are back. Seriously, though, I actually find pulling weeds somewhat satisfying. The weeds of course probably do not agree. In any case, I believe there is a therapeutic value in pulling the weeds and sprucing your garden up.
And that is what I began to get back in touch with as I pulled weeds and weeds and more weeds. Five hours worth. A 60 gallon green waste can worth with a few piles for the next pick up after this. It is a good time to unplug. Hands in the dirt, even gloved hands, are going back to nature in a primitive sort of way. Nature abhors a vacuum they say. So it is up to us to fill it with things we want to see take up the space. Left to its own course, nature takes its course and that, of course, can be coarse on the psyche. Sit with that a minute. I think it makes sense.
So those are my random thoughts and musings for today. I have been doing everything I can think of to justify not writing this blog. But for heaven's sake, I do like doing it. And when I think of it, there are so many things I like to do that I have been denying myself from of late. Perhaps it is the state of world. So much anger. So much intolerance. So many raw feelings and injustices. That could have something to do with it. But as I said in the beginning of this diatribe, pulling weeds begin in my own backyard. The weeds are both in my "real" backyard and in the backyard of my mind, heart and soul. Time to get busy. There is a lot of weeding to be done.