In May, i managed to collect several varieties--ordinary sweet basil, purple basil, opal basil with mottled green and purple leaves, Thai basil, lemon basil, lime basil, cinnamon basil, and the small-leaved globe basil.
Now, of course, i can't keep up with all of this burgeoning basil. Pesto pasta for dinner one evening, Thai curry the next. Cinnamon basil? How the heck can i use that?
All these basils of the fruits of desire. In May, i planted a dozen of each. Fortunately, i found only one cinnamon basil plant. Now i'm overwhelmed with the thought of harvesting all these basils.
This is what happens: We get what we ask for. And it turns out to be stressful.
We were so sure that this thing we wanted (basil, in my case) would make us happy. (And i am very happy to eat it.) But we didn't notice the underbelly of the object of our desire.
Notice it now. Feel the stress. Notice that it's a thought. Only a thought. It comes. It goes.
Let's go out to the garden and pick some basil :)
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