I cleaned up my community garden plots yesterday, digging out the clover and the witch grass that sneaks in around the edges. I have two 9x12 plots. Even though i love their full-sun site, here's are some examples of the stress that sneaks in around the edges:
- Driving to the garden. It's only 10 minutes away, and in a village where i often go to run errands, but, in another sense, it's "out of the way."
- Since i am there infrequently--not more than once a week--i compare my raggedy plot to the neat, burgeoning plots of the women who live within walking distance.
- Harvesting in a timely fashion.
Recognizing these shreds of stress, i willingly and even happily gave away one of my plots to a friend who is a more assiduous gardener than i.
More is not better. Sometimes we renounce even the things that bring us pleasure, because hiding behind the pleasure are tiny scraps of displeasure. We see the truth behind the pleasure and release our grasp.
What can you let go of today?
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