Pulling Weeds
by GrowingFlowers
I am sitting on my red couch, my feet slipping on our shiny tile floors. The rain is thundering down onto the roof. Soaking the ground, creating the most magnificent smell ever. The sage, the grass, dirt from all the flower beds I have created soak the air with their scent. It’s dripping from all the gutters. The dogs are sleeping by my feet.
I’m home alone.
My family is off in the world. Finals are over. Everyone is busy.
These days when the phone rings in the middle of the night, it may not even be for me. It could be the labor and delivery dept. at our local hospital calling for Treska. She has had the good fortune of being part of a teen internship program there. It’s a crazy world – a sort of circle. She experiences surgeries, births, c/sections. All of it. Politics.
Treska will intern and help out at the Birth Center again for a few weeks before the Summer semester of UNM begins. So happy to have her there again. So grateful for that opportunity.
And Kaya is dancing every day but Fridays and Sundays. And those days are spent twirling in our living room. Piano playing – two big recitals for her coming up. One this Saturday and one next.
And Treska has been invited to present a slide show for Pecha Kucha. It is the Remarkable Women of Taos edition. She will show 20 slides for 20 seconds each. She will be speaking of her passion for birth to a full audience. Her unrivaled enthusiasm. With photos. Next week.
So it has been busy and my mind has been full, too many thoughts and complexities I have been trying to unravel. Just working through life. Each challenge that has come my way, I try, sometimes too desperately, to do the right thing. I am definitely motivated by a desire to resolve open questions. Make good. Feel good. Grow and model the best behavior for the girls. I wish things rolled off me more easily. That sure would be something to teach my daughters.
The garden is good for me. That is where I find myself in all of my free time. Building rock-lined flower beds. Digging up the beds. Planting, replanting. Walking.
Weeding. Weeding and weeding. I love it. I love the mindless occupation. It’s how I fall asleep when I awake at night. I weed my mind’s garden.
Please come do some weeding here too, and after that you can also teach me how to weed my mind. Boy would that be a gift….
“I weed my mind’s garden.”
I love that line.
Thank you!
Beautiful…
“Each challenge that has come my way, I try, sometimes too desperately, to do the right thing. I am definitely motivated by a desire to resolve open questions. Make good. Feel good. Grow and model the best behavior for the girls. I wish things rolled off me more easily. That sure would be something to teach my daughters”
I loved this bit…it’s exactly what I try to do for Isaac…but it’s hard…and I mess up more than I’d like. Need to tend the weeds in my mind as well.
Love to you. xo
Thanks Debbie!! Oh the challenges and joys!