Perhaps the Amish really know

Today there was a lot of bouncing off walls in the morning and then finally the day began in earnest. So many things to do do do dodododododo.

The only thing that left me happy was the garden work.

The simplest task of pulling weeds and transplanting alyssium from a dark spot to the sun.

And then just looking at all that green and lavender and pink and white.

It was a visual taste of dandelion wine. So simple and peace filling.

Maybe the Amish have it straight. Maybe they really know.

The gift of simplicity. I could get behind that. Earth care and nurturing and harvesting. No thought until there is a moment for a prayer.

The simplicity of no ego. No pain. No greed or gain.

IS that the life of the Simple Folk?

I stumbled across the teachings of Rumi. I was digging in the shelf of Books for something that felt right and that was what leaped into my hand saying"ME read ME!"

So I did. I thought I was going to find more stuff like Hafiz. But Rumi is definitely not Hafiz. Less frill more facing it. The intro burnt like a fierce brand in its heat against the New Age cowards and fru fru people. That so resonated, so very the truth I have seen. Goddess it felt so good to hear it from someone else.

But how do I move from here to there...the self to Self. From separate to One. Where is the big spiritual disposal unit for the Big I?

There is no future says Rumi...there is just now.How hard it is to be that simple. It really is a gift.

ExMea Manua In Tua Manua.