When I was a kid, my stepfather was a landscaper/gardener. He did both, and from the time I could push a lawnmower around a lawn for 25 cents an hour, I worked for him.
This was not gardening in the sense of Martha Stewart in a cute visor, delicately trimming the rose bushes. This was digging in hard dirt, moving heavy plants and clearing foot high weeds. I pretty much hate yard work.
It’s a funny thing because at the beginning of the year I was trying to think of a new year’s resolution to make. One that I always make is to meditate more because I believe that is the most important thing you can do.
Sometimes the meditation is going well, and it’s good, and sometimes it is a struggle. But hopefully, it’s at a place where it doesn’t need a resolution to keep it going.
I got to thinking about what I could do for a different new year’s resolution, and I don’t know why, but it just popped into my head “Weed the garden.” I was thinking it strange that of all the random things that could occur to me, “weed the garden?”
Then I figured it out. Weed the physical, mental, and spiritual garden.