Greg - I experience a similar feeling. After work I head for the
garden. There's the plants, the weeds, the hoe, and me. And after my
mind's chatter slowly dissolves, there is then just the plants, the
weeds, the hoe, and ME -- a big difference. In those moments, I have no
malice towards the weeds as I have no greater fondness for my plants,
nor do I see the hoe as a means of destruction. I'm no greater - or
lesser than anything in my garden. I suppose that existence was
probably meant to be experienced that way. I'm just sorry that I don't
presently have the capacity to hold onto it.
-- Paul --