The zen of weeding

For me there has always been a parallel between pulling weeds and spirituality. I don’t know if it’s the simplicity of the act itself or because I relax so thoroughly during the exercise.

I pulled scads of weeds yesterday afternoon and it was like breathing: Good in, bad out. Good in, bad out. Not trying to pull the majority, I focused on certain areas and made them free of weeds. I tolerate weeds well in some areas, such as the lawn. Then there are the places where no weed should be, like the cultivated rock gardens.

There are some places in our heart where bad should never be found… and once there should be excised immediately. That kind of weeding is best done humbly, in prayer.

Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God.
That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.