I’ve been working hard and looking like I tame lions for a living. I have some thorns still stuck in my skin. But it’s totally worth it and all the hours I’ve put into clearing the blackberries have been very meditative. I’ve been meditating quite a bit about the evil neighbors who killed these brambles with pesticides without my permission. Bastards.
I’ve also been meditating on cleaner and brighter thoughts too, such as how good it feels to be out there working in the plants and the fresh winter air. Meditation for me isn’t about clearing my head of all thoughts, because that is impossible (I’ve tried many times), but about letting my thoughts come to me organically and letting them say their piece without interruptions. I let the stream of consciousness be heard as it is formed. Inevitably my mind settles down after a while into a theme and a flood of thoughts about something my mind has been chewing on gets released. I always feel better afterwards.
I’m about a third of the way though the task.
Wait, no, more like a quarter.
Crap, maybe only like an eighth. But who cares? You can see part of the back fence again!