My work requires quite a lot of driving. It occurred to me yesterday, that my consciousness is focussed in feelings of compassion for the sick and suffering…plants, that is. I used to think I was being over-critical of the landscapes that I passed – focussing on how they could be better. Then I realized that I am really looking at how plants suffer injury, and suffer from lack of care. My heart was reaching out to the decline of a magnificent beech tree, or to the grass that has been repeatedly driven over, and just couldn’t get going again.
As I look for the perfection in the landscape, I also sense the perfection in nature’s imperfection. The scars and wounds tell me a story of the things that happen in this world, and like with human beings, that story is to be honored for being uniquely imperfect.
It feels good to be filled with compassion, and I am thankful for the change in my attitude from critical to caring.


















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