Growing up, we didn’t have measuring cups and spoons in the kitchen. My mom used the spoons in the drawers and the teacups in the cabinet for measuring ingredients. It wasn’t until I was an adult that I purchased measuring cups and spoons for my own home.
As the days steadily grow shorter and cooler, I am called to spend a few moments appreciating the uncomplicated beauty of the garden. As sentient beings, plants possess an ability that perhaps we could all benefit to experience within ourselves.
The enchantment of a summer garden. Maybe it’s a community garden, a few potted plants on a front porch, or a vegetable garden worthy of a farmer’s market. Regardless of the size of the garden, there is a spark of magic in even the tiniest plot of soil. The unsurpassed beauty of the mystical dance that happens between flora and fauna. The garden beckons, in its own unique voice, for us to practice mindfulness.
Even though it was over 20 years ago, I have a distinct memory of one of my Tae Kwon Do masters reminding us to “tend our own garden and not waste our time looking over the fence at the neighbors garden.” At the time, as we understood, it was with the intention of encouraging our group of testing students to work on our own training.