In this imperfect world, there have got to be weeds among the beautiful flowers so that we will be able to recognize that there are differences. Also, some may see the weeds as weeds while others may have an appreciation for them in a way that could be perceived as odd or peculiar. We are all different, and that’s more than okay. I want to grow in my quest to appreciate the differences in people. It’s so important to honor and respect each other, no matter the differences.
I am in conflict
whenever the question of weeds vs. cultivated plants and flowers
arises,
which is more often than you’d think.
I’ve spent a lot of time
nurturing flower beds around my home,
and it’s been a constant battle with the weeds . . .
they are pernicious
and insist on robbing the other flowers of their nutrients.
They are in essence cruel and selfish,
but they are beautiful
and they do belong here.
As many others have said,
it’s a matter of perspective
as to what exactly a weed is
vs. a carefully tended flower.
For the sake of argument
I will call the weeds in the garden of life,
as things that harm,
things that destroy what is good
in terms that we think of as morality. . .
“good” and ”evil”.
And the flowers we plant deliberately
are the beloved children.
The ‘volunteers’,
to me,
are the ‘visitors’.
The weeds were already living in me
when I was a child,
mostly buried and mostly unacknowledged,
as they do in all of us,
but after the first tragedy of my life,
the death of a child,
I couldn’t bear to look at what was good and beautiful anymore.
Instead,
I dwelt with the weeds for many years,
and actively sought them
in self destructive behavior
and questionable living,
until I finally surfaced back into the Light.
Those weeds though,
they taught me more than I ever learned from the Good.
I didn’t even see the Good
until I lived with the Bad . . .
I had taken the Good for granted,
as if it was my birthright.
Perhaps both the positive and negative
serve together . . .
perhaps they are not so different in their intent . . .
perhaps each has its place.
Perhaps we have mis-identified them.
Perhaps they provide balance . . .
perhaps we need the Negative
to give value and full appreciation of the Positive.
I do not know.
I wish this question had remained simple for me.
This is an interesting question. It can be answered in many different ways, but my first instinct is to say that we need all spices of plants, animals, minerals etc.
“ it takes every kind of people to make the world go round”
We need everything and everything depends on everything else. The weeds are needed to grow butterflies and butterflies are needed to…. Natures flow is the boss not me and my opinion of what I like or don’t like. So after all this – I have learned that the weeds and mid grow the lotus 🪷.
I remember as a child reading a line about weeds: A wheat grower would consider a rose in the middle of the wheat field a weed, and a rose grower would consider wheat in the middle of their flowers a weed. I lived outside of Lewiston, Idaho, surrounded by wheat fields, and my mom had rose bushes, which is probably why this stuck with me.
We had a big garden and one of my chores was helping weed that, along with digging thistles out of the lawn (and other “get rid of that” chores, like picking potato bugs off leaves to drop into a bucket of soapy water). From all of this I understood that a weed was a plant living in a place where humans didn’t want it. I didn’t want thistles in the lawn because I went barefoot a lot. I’d helped hoe and plant the seeds growing in the garden and I wanted them to survive.
Thinking of the weeds in my life as highly successful and sharing a close relationship with me gives me a fresh perspective on this question. A weed is something that comes along when or where I don’t want it. Something created an environment it can thrive in, as Drea pointed out. If it’s in close relationship with me, why is that? Perhaps it resembles whatever it is I was trying to cultivate and nurture in that space, which is why it feels so welcome there.
Thinking of actual weeds in my life today, we bought a house 4 years ago with a sadly neglected yard full of false dandelion and burdock. Those weeds have given me great satisfaction as I’ve tackled the project of digging them out with their long, tenacious roots (my Grampa’s Weed Puller is the star here) and filling the holes with compost and clover seed. I’m ahead of the false dandelion–a few burdock remain, as they’re tougher to get out completely. The yard now offers nourishment to bees when the clover blooms, and it’s infusing nitrogen into the soil. My weeds have thus been an opportunity to change something and make it bloom in the space I create by getting rid of them. They teach tenacity, perseverance, and a certain amount of acceptance that they may well come back if I don’t put something positive in their place.
If I picture a garden, I picture good health. I think of weeds not as intrinsically bad, but, as others have said, a natural part of things. Inevitably there will be some I don’t want in my garden.
I act on them first by observing their behavior. The aggressive plants that crowd out healthy plants sometimes have a deep taproot, runners, and other hidden connections. If I follow those connections and zoom out, I can see how (any maybe why) the undesirable ecosystem is thriving.
I don’t want to provide a favorable environment to plants that crowd out health, so I’m also compelled to trace and observe the ecosystem of a healthy garden, and what it needs in order to thrive. Because really, when aggressive, intrusive, undesirable plants thrive, it’s because they like something about the soil, the sunlight, the setting … what triggered this plant to suddenly pop up? Is there a situation I can change? Even with weeds, I can always learn more, while being strict about removing certain ones, and investigating the ecosystem of others.
As I write this, I think: is not Stop. Look. Go. a way of removing a weed? Of coming back to cultivate one’s garden? Anyways, provocative question, thank you.
I find myself in the weeds, figuratively and literally, quite often. The weeds have taught me not to give up. Persist.
There is beauty and fulfillment amongst the weeds.
I have lamented and reveled in the fact that I have spent my life, not amongst the pampered flowers and cultivated gardens, but amongst the weeds and wildness of the world. It can be a rough and tumble existence, but there is beauty to be found.
I have lived in both lives,
dear Charlie,
the cultivated gardens,
and in the wild and weedy world,
both physically and spiritually,
nearly dying several times.
There are gifts in both
(even the dying part),
and you remind me of this
with love…
sparrow ♥️
Charlie, your comment makes me think of jazz music, of dissonant harmonies, of careful listening … I enjoy your imagery of sitting back and being in the weeds not as something to control or pluck, but as a state of being. Thank you.
The same weeds are trying to teach me the same lesson,
but I have been slow to learn it.
I have retired from teaching, but in my last teaching position
a few students made false accusations about me,
the powers that be chose to believe them and I was suspended for a week.
My name ended up in the local newspaper
and now if my name is googled,
this story, which is based on lies, comes up.
Replaying the situations in my mind can’t change the past
and I continue to have negative repercussions from this,
such as being ghosted on line on two occasions
after giving my full name to two prominent local artists.
I’ve also turned down having my own art show because I know this will be in the air.
I haven’t come up with a good solution to this problem other than to just live with it.
The lesson in these weeds is
If you can’t solve a problem let it go.
But I still haven’t been able to fully let go of this one.
Mary, I am so sorry this happened to you and that you continue to experience shunning based on a false accusation. I have experienced a milder version of a problematic online result, and will share what I learned just in case it’s useful. Assuming the newspaper won’t retract, an option could be to publish a blog under your full name, and/or publish an article on a website with a lot of viewers, and attempt to drive that questionable Google result to a later page. Self-publishing a book, however short, is another option. Putting your full name on multiple social media accounts is yet another. Again, what a difficult ordeal … I hope that somehow something positive emerges from all this. Sending care.
Mary, this is appalling. I’m so sorry you went through this and are still going through it. I don’t have an experience as difficult as yours, but I have milder experiences which I’ll share, just in case something is useful. One time I asked an editor to retract my name from a list that was just plain misrepresenting my views, sending him a stern email, and he did. I have also noticed that social media accounts with one’s full name are indexed highly, as are items that are distributed through multiple websites that also contain your name, such as articles you got published online, and books. So there are ways to at least drown out that google result to a later page. Again, I am so sorry this happened and hope that something new and positive emerges from it somehow.
That seems to be so true, Joseph.
I’ve seen it happen to other teachers as well as to me.
People seem to want to believe the worst.
I have to admit, that part of my sadness and anger over this
comes from my caring too much about what others think about me.
I do wish I could get it off google, though
Thank you Joseph. ♥️
What a terrible thing to have happened to you,
dear Mary…
and it has stifled your desire to share yourself with the world.
You will not heal
until you bravely display your artwork for all to see,
knowing the truth beyond the lies.
Rise up,
Mary…
you are so much more than this. ♥️
Who’s to say they’re weeds? As Eckhart Tolle says, “Don’t turn a situation into a problem.” When it comes to the natural world, I think of dandelions and how people are constantly digging them up because we have decided that they are a weed. We forget that they feed the bees. A field of dandelions is breathtakingly beautiful in the eyes of a bee! So what the bees have taught me is to always check my perspective before I label something a weed. I try to ask myself what can I learn from this? Oh, how I wish I had realized the difference between a situation and a problem when I was much younger!
Todays quote from Tara Brach says it all: “If we knew just how powerfully our thoughts, words, and actions affected the hearts of those around us, we’d reach out and join hands again and again.”
This quote makes me think of quotes from Meister Eckhart and Rumi:
Breakthrough and Birth by Meister Eckhart
What good is it to me if this eternal birth of a divine Son takes place unceasingly and does not take place in me? And what good is it to me if Mary is full of grace and I am not also full of grace? What good is it to me for the Creator to give birth to his Son if I do not also give birth to him in my time and in my culture? This then is the fullness of time when the Son of God is begotten in us. Meditation with Meister Eckhart by Matthew Fox p. 81
“The Body is Like Mary” by Rumi
The body is like Mary, and each of us has a Jesus inside.
Who is not in labour, holy labour? Every creature is.
See the value of true art, when the earth or a soul is in
the mood to create beauty;
for the witness might then for a moment know, beyond
any doubt, God is really there within,
so innocently drawing life from us with Her umbilical
universe – infinite existence …
though also needing to be born. Yes, God also needs
to be born!
Birth from a hand’s loving touch. Birth from a song,
from a dance, breathing life into this world.
The body is like Mary, and each of us, each of us has
a Christ within.
Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Carol, I’m with you. Didn’t Europeans bring dandelions to North America as food crops to begin with? Either way, they’re also quite good to eat if you can get the leaves young, blanche them, and offset the bitterness with lemon or vinegar. Some people fry the flowers in panko and I’ve heard that’s good too.
Drea, I didn’t know about the Europeans bringing dandelions to the U.S. But Barb’s research tells me we may not have always thought of dandelions as a weed!
Drea, this comment reminded me of an older brother’s unsuccessful attempt at making dandelion wine when I was a kid. I went looking for a recipe to send him as a reminder of that memory and found so many things we can make with dandelions! Ice cream, marshmallows, gummy bears–https://practicalselfreliance.com/dandelion-wine-recipe/.
I loved the author’s note: “It takes quite a few dandelions to make wine, so it’s best to enlist the help of as many small children as possible.” That turns “dealing with weeds” into fun with kids, which is definitely one way of tackling those weeds.
Oh wow, I had no idea dandelions were so versatile! Thanks Barb. I’d like to get serious when I see the young dandelions popping up in the yard … about eating them.
I once heard from a guess speaker back in high school that people are like elevators. The weeds have helped me determine who my real people are and to put trust in them.
Weeds are persistent, and my perception of them has varied depending on my mood. I have seen them as annoying, but I have also seen them as a mindful task as I worked to pull them from the ground. So I suppose what they’ve taught me is that my perception is everything. I get what I see… do I want to see an annoyance, or do I want to see something that helps me along my path? I’m grateful when I can choose the latter 🙂
Weeds are good teachers about tenacity and hidden beauty. And some need to be removed down to the roots to not contaminate the whole. Like a dysfunctional family, it takes more love to let go than to hold on. Sometimes the “weedy” people in a family need to be removed or told “to go.”
I like when the weeds are called volunteers–sometimes they are purposeful and can be a happy accident. I am trying to be in a space of neutrality and equanimity. I can share three examples of that spiritual nonchalance. Alan Watts shares in the story of the Chinese farmer who said, “maybe” when good ‘fortune’ and bad ‘fortune arose. The story of the ring forthe Sufi king from his wise men enscribed, “this too shall pass” for good times and bad times. Or, my friend Suzie who says, “that’s interesting”, when challenging situations arise.
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In this imperfect world, there have got to be weeds among the beautiful flowers so that we will be able to recognize that there are differences. Also, some may see the weeds as weeds while others may have an appreciation for them in a way that could be perceived as odd or peculiar. We are all different, and that’s more than okay. I want to grow in my quest to appreciate the differences in people. It’s so important to honor and respect each other, no matter the differences.
To never give up hope. To stay close to my faith for comfort.
I am in conflict
whenever the question of weeds vs. cultivated plants and flowers
arises,
which is more often than you’d think.
I’ve spent a lot of time
nurturing flower beds around my home,
and it’s been a constant battle with the weeds . . .
they are pernicious
and insist on robbing the other flowers of their nutrients.
They are in essence cruel and selfish,
but they are beautiful
and they do belong here.
As many others have said,
it’s a matter of perspective
as to what exactly a weed is
vs. a carefully tended flower.
For the sake of argument
I will call the weeds in the garden of life,
as things that harm,
things that destroy what is good
in terms that we think of as morality. . .
“good” and ”evil”.
And the flowers we plant deliberately
are the beloved children.
The ‘volunteers’,
to me,
are the ‘visitors’.
The weeds were already living in me
when I was a child,
mostly buried and mostly unacknowledged,
as they do in all of us,
but after the first tragedy of my life,
the death of a child,
I couldn’t bear to look at what was good and beautiful anymore.
Instead,
I dwelt with the weeds for many years,
and actively sought them
in self destructive behavior
and questionable living,
until I finally surfaced back into the Light.
Those weeds though,
they taught me more than I ever learned from the Good.
I didn’t even see the Good
until I lived with the Bad . . .
I had taken the Good for granted,
as if it was my birthright.
Perhaps both the positive and negative
serve together . . .
perhaps they are not so different in their intent . . .
perhaps each has its place.
Perhaps we have mis-identified them.
Perhaps they provide balance . . .
perhaps we need the Negative
to give value and full appreciation of the Positive.
I do not know.
I wish this question had remained simple for me.
One cannot know light without knowing dark. Thank you, dear Sparrow.
Thank you,
dear Joseph . . .
I think you know where i am coming from…♥
This is an interesting question. It can be answered in many different ways, but my first instinct is to say that we need all spices of plants, animals, minerals etc.
“ it takes every kind of people to make the world go round”
We need everything and everything depends on everything else. The weeds are needed to grow butterflies and butterflies are needed to…. Natures flow is the boss not me and my opinion of what I like or don’t like. So after all this – I have learned that the weeds and mid grow the lotus 🪷.
I remember as a child reading a line about weeds: A wheat grower would consider a rose in the middle of the wheat field a weed, and a rose grower would consider wheat in the middle of their flowers a weed. I lived outside of Lewiston, Idaho, surrounded by wheat fields, and my mom had rose bushes, which is probably why this stuck with me.
We had a big garden and one of my chores was helping weed that, along with digging thistles out of the lawn (and other “get rid of that” chores, like picking potato bugs off leaves to drop into a bucket of soapy water). From all of this I understood that a weed was a plant living in a place where humans didn’t want it. I didn’t want thistles in the lawn because I went barefoot a lot. I’d helped hoe and plant the seeds growing in the garden and I wanted them to survive.
We had this question a while back and I mentioned an interview with Ben Wilson, author of Urban Jungle, that I’d listened to in a podcast (https://usa.streetsblog.org/2023/06/22/talking-headways-podcast-the-urban-jungle). He referred to “spontaneous vegetation”. More recently I picked up the term “vagabond plants” from the blog Awkward Botany: https://awkwardbotany.com/2022/05/18/in-praise-of-vagabond-plants-a-book-review/, which gives me a lot of joy. A vagabond is so much more interesting! The blogger writes, “A weed is a highly successful plant that shares a close relationship with humans.”
Thinking of the weeds in my life as highly successful and sharing a close relationship with me gives me a fresh perspective on this question. A weed is something that comes along when or where I don’t want it. Something created an environment it can thrive in, as Drea pointed out. If it’s in close relationship with me, why is that? Perhaps it resembles whatever it is I was trying to cultivate and nurture in that space, which is why it feels so welcome there.
Thinking of actual weeds in my life today, we bought a house 4 years ago with a sadly neglected yard full of false dandelion and burdock. Those weeds have given me great satisfaction as I’ve tackled the project of digging them out with their long, tenacious roots (my Grampa’s Weed Puller is the star here) and filling the holes with compost and clover seed. I’m ahead of the false dandelion–a few burdock remain, as they’re tougher to get out completely. The yard now offers nourishment to bees when the clover blooms, and it’s infusing nitrogen into the soil. My weeds have thus been an opportunity to change something and make it bloom in the space I create by getting rid of them. They teach tenacity, perseverance, and a certain amount of acceptance that they may well come back if I don’t put something positive in their place.
If I picture a garden, I picture good health. I think of weeds not as intrinsically bad, but, as others have said, a natural part of things. Inevitably there will be some I don’t want in my garden.
I act on them first by observing their behavior. The aggressive plants that crowd out healthy plants sometimes have a deep taproot, runners, and other hidden connections. If I follow those connections and zoom out, I can see how (any maybe why) the undesirable ecosystem is thriving.
I don’t want to provide a favorable environment to plants that crowd out health, so I’m also compelled to trace and observe the ecosystem of a healthy garden, and what it needs in order to thrive. Because really, when aggressive, intrusive, undesirable plants thrive, it’s because they like something about the soil, the sunlight, the setting … what triggered this plant to suddenly pop up? Is there a situation I can change? Even with weeds, I can always learn more, while being strict about removing certain ones, and investigating the ecosystem of others.
As I write this, I think: is not Stop. Look. Go. a way of removing a weed? Of coming back to cultivate one’s garden? Anyways, provocative question, thank you.
I find myself in the weeds, figuratively and literally, quite often. The weeds have taught me not to give up. Persist.
There is beauty and fulfillment amongst the weeds.
I have lamented and reveled in the fact that I have spent my life, not amongst the pampered flowers and cultivated gardens, but amongst the weeds and wildness of the world. It can be a rough and tumble existence, but there is beauty to be found.
Charlie, once again it s0unds like your so-called life and my so-called life parallel.
I have lived in both lives,
dear Charlie,
the cultivated gardens,
and in the wild and weedy world,
both physically and spiritually,
nearly dying several times.
There are gifts in both
(even the dying part),
and you remind me of this
with love…
sparrow ♥️
Charlie, your comment makes me think of jazz music, of dissonant harmonies, of careful listening … I enjoy your imagery of sitting back and being in the weeds not as something to control or pluck, but as a state of being. Thank you.
The same weeds are trying to teach me the same lesson,
but I have been slow to learn it.
I have retired from teaching, but in my last teaching position
a few students made false accusations about me,
the powers that be chose to believe them and I was suspended for a week.
My name ended up in the local newspaper
and now if my name is googled,
this story, which is based on lies, comes up.
Replaying the situations in my mind can’t change the past
and I continue to have negative repercussions from this,
such as being ghosted on line on two occasions
after giving my full name to two prominent local artists.
I’ve also turned down having my own art show because I know this will be in the air.
I haven’t come up with a good solution to this problem other than to just live with it.
The lesson in these weeds is
If you can’t solve a problem let it go.
But I still haven’t been able to fully let go of this one.
Mary, I am so sorry this happened to you and that you continue to experience shunning based on a false accusation. I have experienced a milder version of a problematic online result, and will share what I learned just in case it’s useful. Assuming the newspaper won’t retract, an option could be to publish a blog under your full name, and/or publish an article on a website with a lot of viewers, and attempt to drive that questionable Google result to a later page. Self-publishing a book, however short, is another option. Putting your full name on multiple social media accounts is yet another. Again, what a difficult ordeal … I hope that somehow something positive emerges from all this. Sending care.
Mary, this is appalling. I’m so sorry you went through this and are still going through it. I don’t have an experience as difficult as yours, but I have milder experiences which I’ll share, just in case something is useful. One time I asked an editor to retract my name from a list that was just plain misrepresenting my views, sending him a stern email, and he did. I have also noticed that social media accounts with one’s full name are indexed highly, as are items that are distributed through multiple websites that also contain your name, such as articles you got published online, and books. So there are ways to at least drown out that google result to a later page. Again, I am so sorry this happened and hope that something new and positive emerges from it somehow.
Mary, I am sorry for this awful situation.
Thank you Avril.
Dear Mary, I pray you can find the healing and strength needed to move forward.
Thank you, SunnyPatti. ♥️
One of those collective madnesses of humankind Mary. Finding joy in others uncomfortableness. Thoughts of letting this go, to you.
That seems to be so true, Joseph.
I’ve seen it happen to other teachers as well as to me.
People seem to want to believe the worst.
I have to admit, that part of my sadness and anger over this
comes from my caring too much about what others think about me.
I do wish I could get it off google, though
Thank you Joseph. ♥️
Mary My heart goes out to you.
Thank you Carol.
What a terrible thing to have happened to you,
dear Mary…
and it has stifled your desire to share yourself with the world.
You will not heal
until you bravely display your artwork for all to see,
knowing the truth beyond the lies.
Rise up,
Mary…
you are so much more than this. ♥️
Thank you, Sparrow.
Resilience, Perseverance.
To never give up. Keep on keeping on.
Who’s to say they’re weeds? As Eckhart Tolle says, “Don’t turn a situation into a problem.” When it comes to the natural world, I think of dandelions and how people are constantly digging them up because we have decided that they are a weed. We forget that they feed the bees. A field of dandelions is breathtakingly beautiful in the eyes of a bee! So what the bees have taught me is to always check my perspective before I label something a weed. I try to ask myself what can I learn from this? Oh, how I wish I had realized the difference between a situation and a problem when I was much younger!
Todays quote from Tara Brach says it all: “If we knew just how powerfully our thoughts, words, and actions affected the hearts of those around us, we’d reach out and join hands again and again.”
This quote makes me think of quotes from Meister Eckhart and Rumi:
Breakthrough and Birth by Meister Eckhart
What good is it to me if this eternal birth of a divine Son takes place unceasingly and does not take place in me? And what good is it to me if Mary is full of grace and I am not also full of grace? What good is it to me for the Creator to give birth to his Son if I do not also give birth to him in my time and in my culture? This then is the fullness of time when the Son of God is begotten in us. Meditation with Meister Eckhart by Matthew Fox p. 81
“The Body is Like Mary” by Rumi
The body is like Mary, and each of us has a Jesus inside.
Who is not in labour, holy labour? Every creature is.
See the value of true art, when the earth or a soul is in
the mood to create beauty;
for the witness might then for a moment know, beyond
any doubt, God is really there within,
so innocently drawing life from us with Her umbilical
universe – infinite existence …
though also needing to be born. Yes, God also needs
to be born!
Birth from a hand’s loving touch. Birth from a song,
from a dance, breathing life into this world.
The body is like Mary, and each of us, each of us has
a Christ within.
Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Carol, I’m with you. Didn’t Europeans bring dandelions to North America as food crops to begin with? Either way, they’re also quite good to eat if you can get the leaves young, blanche them, and offset the bitterness with lemon or vinegar. Some people fry the flowers in panko and I’ve heard that’s good too.
Drea, I didn’t know about the Europeans bringing dandelions to the U.S. But Barb’s research tells me we may not have always thought of dandelions as a weed!
Drea, this comment reminded me of an older brother’s unsuccessful attempt at making dandelion wine when I was a kid. I went looking for a recipe to send him as a reminder of that memory and found so many things we can make with dandelions! Ice cream, marshmallows, gummy bears–https://practicalselfreliance.com/dandelion-wine-recipe/.
I loved the author’s note: “It takes quite a few dandelions to make wine, so it’s best to enlist the help of as many small children as possible.” That turns “dealing with weeds” into fun with kids, which is definitely one way of tackling those weeds.
Oh wow, I had no idea dandelions were so versatile! Thanks Barb. I’d like to get serious when I see the young dandelions popping up in the yard … about eating them.
I once heard from a guess speaker back in high school that people are like elevators. The weeds have helped me determine who my real people are and to put trust in them.
Weeds are persistent, and my perception of them has varied depending on my mood. I have seen them as annoying, but I have also seen them as a mindful task as I worked to pull them from the ground. So I suppose what they’ve taught me is that my perception is everything. I get what I see… do I want to see an annoyance, or do I want to see something that helps me along my path? I’m grateful when I can choose the latter 🙂
Such wisdom. Thank you, Patti
Thank you as well!
Weeds are good teachers about tenacity and hidden beauty. And some need to be removed down to the roots to not contaminate the whole. Like a dysfunctional family, it takes more love to let go than to hold on. Sometimes the “weedy” people in a family need to be removed or told “to go.”
I like when the weeds are called volunteers–sometimes they are purposeful and can be a happy accident. I am trying to be in a space of neutrality and equanimity. I can share three examples of that spiritual nonchalance. Alan Watts shares in the story of the Chinese farmer who said, “maybe” when good ‘fortune’ and bad ‘fortune arose. The story of the ring forthe Sufi king from his wise men enscribed, “this too shall pass” for good times and bad times. Or, my friend Suzie who says, “that’s interesting”, when challenging situations arise.
I enjoyed Alan Watts retelling of the Chinese farmer and his consistent reply of “maybe”. Thank you, Avril.
Thank you for this,
dear Avril . . . 😸
Avril, your 3 guides have an open, calming effect. “Spiritual nonchalance”, you have me thinking …
I agree, “Spiritual nonchalance”