It was a soft Sunday afternoon when my 3 year old was napping and the Wisconsin summer sun seemed extra warm. Not harsh, just warm. There was a breeze that was so perfect. It was the breeze you only ever read about in a book, never really experiencing (or remembering) the perfection of what the author described.
So, I decided it was time to weed my tiny vegetable garden. I put on some music, cracked a beer, and started to pull weeds. I hadn’t gotten very far when I realized how relaxed I was. More relaxed than I have felt in months. I thought about everything that had happened over the past few days, weeks, months, and I realized my mind had been so overwhelmed with stress that I overlooked the things that didn’t need me. The plants and the weeds that surrounded them; neither needed me. They were both doing just fine.
In that quiet moment, I sat down and pulled all the weeds from my garden as well as the ones in my mind.
I needed to forgive, to relax, and to remember that even though this is a hard time in my life, that I still have so much. I found peace. That’s nature, right? It sends you through a storm you didn’t expect but you come out on the other side realizing that there is so much good that surrounds you and you need to soak it up.
Just like the warmth of the sun I remembered what it means to show a little love, no matter how overwhelming everything appears.