I just had a stroll through my garden.
“It’s nature,” you could say, “it’s not your garden”.
Sure. It’s better. I can walk for 10 miles without seeing a person. That’s privacy.
It are not my chickens and not my horses and not my trees or eagles.
Which is wonderful, so I don’t have to get up at 7AM to feed them either. And I don’t have to see them in cages. No slavery in sight, not for me and not for animals. It’s delicious freedom.
And the colours and compositions and scenes you get to see. That’s art. With the added bonus of surprise; an always changing composition.
My backdoor gives out on it, but I don’t need shovels and lawn mowers and gardeners. I’ve got nature to sort that out. Now there’s a role model and Yoga Room and wellness resort.
Then again, I never really understood the concept of ownership. I “own” a house, but of course I don’t. I just rent it for the course of a little life time and, whopla, it goes to the next generation.
All that stress and frustration and all those sleepless nights and fights and dissatisfactions; from the 3-pound brain and ego; it was wind.
I know, no happiness possible without purpose.
So I do take a task upon me: to check if all are fine.
I am my brother’s keeper.
To stand up for the most fragile and most defenseless or those who have least votes, it’s the only reason we are here.
Or at least the only “tactic” to reach contentment and harmony.
To be good shepherds.
The less you focus on the self, the more you move away from selfie-ing, the more you see and care for the world.
And the more amazing and wonderful it all becomes.
Self is a really very insignificant thing to focus on, and doesn’t bring you one inch closer to happiness. I’m so grateful for a garden with 6000ft mountain peaks to forever teach me that view.
Every time my ego risks to swell up, I’ve got a garden to keep me on track.
It’s wonderful to be part of something.