I Stopped Pulling Weeds and Let Life Grow

This summer we had new siding put on, and even though the job was finished by mid-July, I used it as an excuse not to weed my flower beds all summer. At first I felt pretty bad. I mean, our yard is more weeds than grass and there are so many bald patches that it looks like the lawn is trying to pull off a giant comb-over that isn’t fooling anyone. 
But in the last month there was this:


And this:

And this:


And all was right with the world. 

I recognize that there’s some deep lesson here and I have been trying to find the words to articulate it. The saying, “The sickness of the oyster is its pearl” comes to mind, but that doesn’t really fit for me. Yes, something beautiful came out of something that at first appeared to be a nuisance, but that’s not exactly how I connect with it. 
So I’ve been mulling it over and finally figured it out. There are times when you need to stop interfering, controlling, working, and worrying because you may miss something truly unexpected and beautiful. 

Had I kept those beds clean of all foreign foliage, yes, they would have looked cleaner and more “kept” and more pleasing to gaze upon, but I would have been sacrificing the chance to witness something spontaneously joyful. 

This is the message that resonates with me the most. Its song is a sweet lullaby that rocks my subconscious into relaxation and serenity. 

So this weekend, I’m going to take every possible moment to let go of the need to control, to predict, to worry. And hope something beautiful blooms as a result. 

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