“We don’t see things the way they are. We see things the way We are.” -Talmud
I used to see the world through a different set of eyes, because of the way I was. I’ve changed, and so has the landscape I look at everyday.
But it’s not the landscape that has changed.
I used to spend my time watering my weeds. I spent endless energy fueling a fire that was burning my house down. All the while thinking that I was dousing it with water.
Most things I did, including daily chores and gatherings, were done reluctantly and sadly, unless, of course, my old pal alcohol was involved.
My world revolved around it. My fake world was burning to the ground and while I feverishly worked to keep everything under control, I missed the abundance of flowers and the sunshine in the real world.
On Day 675 my youngest hurt his foot sledding & we thought it was best to take him to the ER for an X-ray.
It was about 6pm and because of Covid, only one of us was allowed to stay with him.
I didn’t hesitate, nor did I give hubby a choice. I stayed.
While we waited, I didn’t have a care in the world (he wasn’t in pain unless he walked on it). The hospital is just a couple miles away and very nice. One we got into a room, we had cable tv! We don’t have cable at home, so it was a treat.
All the while my previous landscape was in the back of my head.
You wouldn’t have stayed.
You would have gone home and started drinking before he even got back.
If you had stayed with him, you’d be jonesing, just waiting to go home and “douse” the flames.
Man, my inner critic never let’s me forget.
And neither does the Universe. A woman was getting dropped off for detox while we were there. I heard her daughter talking to the nurse after they took her mother. My heart hurt for them and I was reminded of how blessed I am.
These days I’m spending zero time watering my weeds. Instead, most of my time is spent watering & admiring my flowers, and pulling out weeds here and there as the need arises.
What’s flourishing in your garden?
What do you see in your landscape?