I wake up and move through the steps of my morning routine, familiar habits signal another day is starting. After the kitchen has been cleaned and a candle lit, I slide into my rain boots and go out to water the flowers.
Happy flowers which are blossoming and growing each day; the marigolds having tripled in size in just a few weeks. I turn on the hose to shower their upturned faces with life sustaining water.
Then I look more closely at the beds where the mulch has been spread thickly and evenly. Weeds have invaded. Not giant spiky weeds created to choke the life out of my flowers, but small, innocent looking shoots of green enjoying the sunshine and water provided each day.
I tug out a few of the bigger weeds, their roots easily giving way from the dark, rich soil. With each one I pull out of the ground, three more are there to take its place and happily give life to more.
Tomorrow I will take the time to eradicate the problem. In the cool of the morning each weed will be removed and thrown away, so the beauty from each blossom can be enjoyed.
The next morning, routine is ignored; sunscreen and deet are applied as I make my way out to the flower beds.
I kneel and start to pull out each of the invaders. As each weed is discarded, my mind wanders into a prayer.
Remove the weeds of self doubt and insecurity from my heart. Pull out the poison of comparison. Uproot the trap of business and distraction.
I work my way around the bed and continue to yank out the weeds.
Cultivate grace for myself and others. Nurture seeds of love, so I may give out of abundance. Plant a deep sense of Your guidance and direction.
I rip out the last weed and take in the color of these blooms. The deep orange Marigolds, the creamy white Zinnias, the hot pink Gerberas; each petal an individual prayer, each plant a song of beauty and thanksgiving.
The work continues each day, both in the flower beds and in my heart.
Remove anything which may steal away essential nutrients, and cultivate everything needed for a flourishing life.