Last summer's garlic has become so easy to peel. All winter long, i placed a knife flat against each clove and banged it with my fist in order to coax each garlic into shedding its jacket. All winter long, garlic held its white papery coat tight against its body.
Now that it is spring, i can peel each garlic clove with ease, as if the garlic is only too happy to take off its winter coat. Ahhh. Released.
Our minds hold onto certain stressful thoughts as if they are really true. Eventually, the mind sees through the thought. Eventually, the mind realizes that suffering does not keep it warm nor make us a better person by being right. Eventually, the mind lets go.