Water Your Worth

Growing up one of my chores or punishment tasks was to weed out the flower beds. I haaated it, it was annoying and so time consuming. Since living nomadically taking care of properties all around I have found it so fascinating how weeding has not only been a chosen task in maintenance or even just an energy exchange, I have also realized that it is a wonderful form of therapy.

While my nails get chipped, my fingers get worn and it seems like there is a thin layer of soil that just sticks in the beds of my nails; with every flower bed, walkway or patio space that is weeded, more space in my head in found as well.

While there might be some people in this world that have well tended perfectly manicured gardens (physical and mental); most people have accumulated quite a lot of traumas, dis-functions and/or blocks aka weeds that stunt growth, hinder relationships and/or are so done with life that only one daisy remains that is somehow living through it all. This world is tough and demands a lot. The issues get rooted in, sometimes without us even realizing and often deeper than we want to admit. While we might do some self help (you could say), consistent praying and even some therapy… what is meant to bloom won’t be able to unless it is free from the grips of the suffocating weeds, has room in the soil to set roots and the soil itself has recycled out the toxic materials.

I know that prayers, therapy, exercise, diet, surroundings and all things make huge differences in how we are able to cope/manage days in life but nothing will really get resolved until the roots are found and yanked out and honestly I don’t know how anyone can do it without the ultimate gardner – Jesus.

There are have times where I had music going and made the weeding a party, times when I was bawling as I pulled as hard as possible, digging as deep to get as much out I could only to see the head of the root still staring at me. If my counting is accurate, I have done some serious weeding at about fifteen places in almost five years. What I realized at the current property is that it has become something that I look forward to for the productivity and job well done. I know that there is still plenty that I will face and transition through but find it rather beautiful to see the evolving of weeding in my life: from a chore a dreaded to a necessary form of physical mental therapy in to a satisfying way of making sure that the flower bed is thriving and looking its best.

The best part.. now what is meant to blossom has the space, healthy and opportunity to really push through and shine.