How to Find Clarity in Flowers and Weeds
I have been wandering lately in a fog, finding clarity only when I pulling weeds and walking aimlessly in my garden, lush and wild with spring. Every way I turn, I am lost in a mélange of purples, blues, shades of rose. I stand in awe. Hardly breathing. Just like last year and the year before and the year before and the years that have long since become only memory, I am captured anew by the beauty and perfection of all that is color and form in nature. A flower becomes sanctuary.
There is, too, the intense purpose and focus of pulling weeds. Then I think of nothing else. Cleaning a patch, pulling and pulling until the earth is, for the moment, deep and brown... spotless. My fingers dig in the cool loose soil. I think the flowers and the bushes breathe more freely.