Chop Wood. Carry Water. Tend the Garden.

​What We Allow to Grow in Our Garden Is Up to Us.

Chop wood. Carry water. Tend the garden.
Make soup. Be still.
 
Never before have I so deeply understood the wisdom held within that old adage.

I’m paraphrasing it here because I’m not quite sure of the exact quote.
 
There’s so much forward momentum right now within sitting still.
 
I’m sitting still within the juxtaposition of gratitude and discomfort.

Finding ways to be comfortable within the uncomfortableness of all of this.
 

​The simple true is, none of this has been that bad. It just hasn’t.
To complain, even a little, would seem sacrilege, unappreciative and down right tone deaf.
 
My basic needs are met. I am safe.
I’m with my family; the two beings alive in this world I love like life itself.
I’m not too hot, not too cold. Roof over my head. Food in my belly. Clean water to drink and cook with.
Comfy bed to sleep in each night.
 
So much to be thankful for.
 
Still, I’m uncomfortable a lot of the time.
 
At the same time, within all of this, so much growth.
So much awakening. So much insight and realization. So many revelations.
​So much acceleration. So much profound recalibration and rapid evolution.
 
Evolution is uncomfortable. We’re all feeling it.
 
Again, with the CONTRAST.
 
Chop wood. Carry water. Tend the garden.

Right now, my Garden is Within. The garden I’m tending is the Garden Within My Heart.
The Garden Within My Spirit. The Garden Within My Soul.
 
The kind of soup I’ll make? Well, that’s up to me.
 
It’s up to me what I allow to grow in my Garden,
While I’m sitting within the stillness, finding ways to be comfortable, within the uncomfortableness of all of this.

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