Ever feel your internal space is filled with weeds?
Not suprising that I would relate to this analogy.
Since moving into our new home,
weeds are something I have become quite familiar with,
and I have spent a lot of time plucking.
As I sit outside
rooting out the octopus arms of oxalis,
my mind wanders....
I am often surprised by what surfaces,
and even more surprised by the avalanche of internal dialog.
It has led to some profound moments of introspection
and a deep desire to weed the internal space.
Being quiet in nature with a few stone helpers,
is a way I cultivate this inner garden.
Releasing old patterns and wounds,
letting go of invasive thoughts.
It is time to schedule some retreat time...
How about you?
The door is open