I imagined I’d do this, instead I began yard workI woke up slowly this Sunday morning. I was going to sit on the driveway with a giant cup of hazelnut coffee with almond milk and watch my neighborhood wake up while I did. As an Aries times 5, it’s hard for me to simply sit rather than do, so I go outside prepared, just in case. Before I went out, I gathered anything I might need like my phone, Skin So Soft for the mosquitoes when the wind dies down, the mini tarp in case I want to sit because everything’s soaking wet from last night’s rain, hand pruners and gardening gloves. There are not too many places on my property that I can sit and not be looking at something that I’d like to prune, to water, or to transplant. Thirty minutes later I’d rooted a dozen more night-blooming Jasmine cuttings and found a tray of loquat seedlings. I decided to clear the front part of the east property, which had become a tangle of grapevine, fallen oak and pine branches atop old bamboo. There must have been some wind storm the last two days. Some of my giant plants are bent over 45 degrees and there is a ton of deadfall from the oaks and pines. An hour later I’d stacked the bamboo poles that have been laying on the ground for the last several years. The good, intact poles I set aside to use for a fence and the ones that had crumbled into mulch have now become mulch for the front berm, which is now 18 inches higher. All garden tools and supplies, all bricks and cinder blocks have been moved to one specific area. I now have officially zero areas of junk on my property and I have another nice clearing to sit with friends, private from the street.
A friend just wrote that “evil beings have created the human experience and all his life he’s been doing his best to stop them”. What he doesn’t realize is that by continuing to talk about everything he sees that’s going wrong, every plot, every conspiracy, all he’s doing is perpetuating the misery and anxiety in his own life. He’s holding on literally to old stuff for fear of what will happen. He doesn’t realize that as soon as he lets go, his eyes will open to new opportunity. He doesn’t realize that when you drop the rock in your hand, God can fill it with diamonds.
