Iris versus Brambles
It occurred to me that I usually take photos in the garden when it strikes me as pretty or when I have finished a clean-up job. Today I am showing some of what work needs to be done. Although I have started, it is raining now so I came in.
I have to do some serious digging here as the brambles and elm sprouts, not to mention nettles, etc., are trying to take over my bed of iris. It didn’t seem like it was in such bad shape viewed from the other side, like when I look in the bathroom mirror, if I stand facing forward, I think not all that bad, but if I turn sideways the full reality becomes apparent.
On another level, how can I see myself as I really am? I bought a book with that title by the Dalai Lama, but I did not find the answer. It was about THE Self, a sort of philosophical type of work. What I want to know is how I really am—am I generous, loving, peacemaking? Generous enough or actually stingy or giving it all away foolishly?
Tugging at the roots of the plants I don’t want growing there, I realize the same applies to the self as to the flower bed, the job is never done. One cannot say one has accomplished being good as tomorrow one might do something not so good, let things slide. We are free to choose at each moment.
Why do I want to grow iris here anyway I wonder as I admire the colour of my blood marking where the thorns have scratched me. Myself replies they are such a pretty shade of blue. They were a gift from my father-in-law, also an avid gardener. Suddenly I am conscious of how brief our shared part of life was, how quickly it passed.
“Shout everywhere, ‘Earthly life is short; happiness is not measured in years, it is measured in eternity; every man barely has time to repent, for the regrets of the specter only add torments to its torments! Listen to the Word That I received and be saved !’”
The Revelation of Arès 36/23
“The penitent is not the sinner who sits in dirt and wraps himself up in a sack,
but the man who stops sinning, even though he wears festive clothes and scent and (even though he) sings to the music of flutes and trumpets; besides, do joy and finery not suit to him who has changed his life?”