Last week I spent a few hours in my garden picking weeds–a wearying task. There are so many of them! Dandelions are particularly pesky. I don’t usually notice them until they bloom in the middle of my lawn and then I have to dig them out.
I remember as a child the many dandelions in our backyard. My dad offered my sister and me a penny per pick. We earned a few cents one summer day but then gave up. It seemed the pay wasn’t worth the effort!
Since that time of long ago I’ve noticed ‘weeds’ in more places than gardens. There are weedy words, for example, in some professional writing and in my own at times. I think I’ve dug them out during an edit only to find a new crop on the second reading. Every time I let a weak modifier (very, just, really) slip into a story or article I limit the potential of my writing.
And then there are weedy thoughts–opinions and judgments we have about ourselves and others that tear us down and sap our energy and joy. “I’m not good enough.” “Why is she so bossy?” “He is such a pain.” “What is wrong with me?”
And how about weedy habits? Overdoing food and drink, sleep and TV, to name a few.
So the question I’m asking myself today is this. “Am I watering weeds or sowing seeds of love and kindness and courage and health?” Worth pondering.
“Your mind is a garden
Your thoughts are the seeds.
You can grow flowers
or you can grow weeds.”
P.S. I am going on a tour of the national parks in the western states from September 24 through October 11. I’m leaving my computer home to rest. Meanwhile, I have written a couple of blogs for the dates when I’m gone. I’ll reply to your comments when I return. God bless each one of you and thank you for sticking with me! 🙂