Amma says:

Transcending the weaknesses of the mind and living in love is Godliness.

Early morning and a new world.

I woke up at 4:45 this morning. Not a big deal if you are my mom or my friend Toni, but if you are a Katrina this is not an ideal situation. On discovery that there was no chance in going to back to bed, the only thing to do is get up and start doing the million things on my to do list. Is blogging one of them? Well, NO, but it helps get the creative juices flowing. This week brought me a sunburn and a finished vegetable garden. Well, a garden's work is never done but at least everything is planted. Should I have relied on the sunblock I put on from the day before? Well, no, but don't bother me about that cause the inner admonishment over it has been going steady for the last 2 days. It's brightest peak is at my neck and the tops of my shoulders, than it runs down my arms and across the front of my chest. Blessed be that today it won't itch so bad.
My right hand also has started a protest. I'm assuming over the 15 holes I dug in my garden, but I can't be to sure. Sometimes it will protest over the darnest things. I still need to dig some garden holes for Peggy up front if the damn thing will just cooperate. But for now I must live in wrist brace city. Take massive amounts of ibuprofen and wish the pain away.
These hands are never idle. When they are pained it forces me to stop. I don't like having to slam to a halt. I have the world to conquer, but they are stubborn in their throbs. I try to negotiate with the right hand but it will have none of it. "No," it says, "I've had too much and I want a break."
I wish I could pluck off my right arm to let it rest while I go about my other business, but I am a living human being. To actually achieve this would be quite messy and not worth the effort.

I've been given more time to explore. My man is not going off to war in July. Maybe September, October. the lengthened deployment time (poor soldiers) has given him more time back here in the states. I still having a hard time believing it and absorbing all the ramifications.

Wisdom

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” --Nelson Mandela

Uncovering a Path

I wish for a new camera. Then to all it would be visible to work that my duplex-mate Peggy and I put in to our little plot of land we live on. We bundled sticks for the trashman, about 8, really more like 10 that are 12 inches in diameter. All 6 of our trashcans (How did we get so many trashcans? Good question. Ask Peggy) came in handy as they now are full of debris from around the property (not including bundled sticks). Please imagine this piled at the end of my driveway with and old lawn mower and a giant dollhouse.

We were inspired to do the work when our landlord's husband came over yesterday to cut our grass and till us a plot for a garden. Last year I did this all by myself. I was excited to have help. He left the tiller so I can rotate in some compost, but first the weeds need to come out. When he left we continued our work of clearing brush, old lawn art, and old telephone lines. Next to our garden plot is a cement path. There wasn't much exposed because of grass overgrowth.

I was raking the weeds out of our garden plot, when Peggy discovered there was more to the path then just a mere 12 inch width. We set about excavating, and under two inches of dirt and grass we uncovered a cute little sidewalk. I dug 8 inch trenches in the dirt, and set 5 heavy cement decorative slabs to line our new path, so the grass and earth will not take over our little sidewalk again.
I'm bad-ass.
Did I burn? Hell, yeah. Not terribly, but I do need help getting some aloe on my back.
I can't wait for the garden's potential to be fully realized.