The Truth about the weeds

Yes I've been trying to make friends with the weeds, my unintended garden inhabitants.  I want to say "visitors," but they seem to set up camp with every intention to stay. So I've been meditating on Weed-dom quite a bit, and do have to correct some previously-stated misconceptions. 

The weeds don't belong in my garden. They are indeed more like the little foxes in the vineyard, than the gift of a place-holder I was hoping they could be. They do bring in more green-ness, but they are invaders and crowd out what I want to see in the garden, be it aesthetics or provision.

Moreover, they speak to me of how my life gets out of hand when untended. How little thoughts and actions can creep in and establish themselves as habit, then grow and grow, until I am no longer the image of who I want to be. These thoughts need to be taken captive, and our actions need to obey the truth. Otherwise the garden gets overgrown and any fruit attempting to manifest withers, rots, or gets infested, and the life--the garden-- is unproductive.

So I am watching the weeds. There are more now than I can keep at bay, but I can limit their impact by removing all that grow too big and threaten their surroundings. And one day, I know, the garden will be purged. Purified.

​Sanctified.