I did find 3 weeds to pull here at the vacation house on the lake. Down on the beach, i pulled up 3 plants of the invasive purple loosestrife.
"Oh, but it's so pretty," more than one gardener has said to me. "I'll keep an eye on it."
Keep an eye on 3 million seeds per plant?
Listen to the name again, my dear: loose - strife. Strife means conflict, discord, and opposition. Why would anyone want to let strife loose in their garden?
Oh, this loose strife has such a lovely disguise. Perhaps not unlike the opinions and judgments we let loose toward friends and family. Ouch, that hurt.
"Oh, they're just a wuss if they can't take it," we rationalize.
Once we have loosed strife into the world, we are the owners of our actions. We cannot retract our words.
Our tender hearts are kind and friendly. Pull those strife-causing opinions, and don't let them go to seed.
Remember your intentions: We want to harvest calmness and happiness.
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Posted by Cheryl Wilfong at 3:03 PM
Labels: calm, conflict, discord, disguise, happiness. intention, harvest, heart, judgment, karma, lake, loosestrife, opinion, Right Speech, seeds, strife, tender, vacation, words
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