Wow, it is COLD outside! When did THAT happen? Yikes! Wow. Ungh.
There was a time in my life when wearing a coat outside in the cold was considered to be uncool. Wearing a coat meant that you actually NOTICED that it was cold outside, and moreover, that the cold was TOO MUCH for you to handle. Only weak people wore coats. Losers. Pushovers.
And then there were the people who were SO COOL that COLD didn’t touch them. They neither noticed nor did anything about the chill in the air. To do so would be to admit failure, and winners do not fail.
Let me say that again: WINNERS DO NOT FAIL.
Luckily, I just don’t give a damn anymore. I like crisp days. It stimulates the brain juice. I wear what I need to wear, and there’s freedom in that.
Anyway, today I need to talk about garbage. It’s fall, which is the time when all the trees dump all their garbage on the ground. Dead leaves, excess baggage, whatever you want to call it, it’s happening: trees are dumping their load, getting naked, putting in place “austerity measures” to get ready for the winter.
That’s fine. Trees, chickens, dogs, we all do what we need to do to deal with the changes that come down the chute.
Some of us do it by dropping leaves.
Others do it by bulking up in the hair department.
Some become intensely vigilant.
Others go to great lengths to try to become something that they are not. Which is kind of funny. Or maybe it’s weird and sad. Who knows.
It is what it is.
Each of us possesses an internal Invisible Fence whereby we decide what we keep and what is garbage. Unlike this Invisible Fence, however, our internal Invisible Fence is always shifting and changing.
Like right now, for example. Am I reclining in a big pile of fun?
Or am I hip-deep in a mountain of dumpster-mulch?
Who’s to say?
(wait a second..is there dog poop in here?)
Sometimes it’s good to check in with others to see what they’ve had to say about the subject of garbage.
For example, (once again) Thich Nhat Hanh, who says this in that same book from last week, You Are Here:
“Flowers and garbage are both organic in nature. So looking deeply into the nature of a flower, you can see the presence of the compost and the garbage.”
“The flower is also going to turn into garbage; but don’t be afraid! You are a gardener, and you have in your hands the power to transform garbage into flowers, into fruit, into vegetables. You don’t throw anything away, because you are not afraid of garbage. Your hands are capable of transforming it into flowers, lettuce, or cucumbers.”
I am not afraid of garbage. I am not afraid of garbage. I am not afraid of garbage. I am not afraid of garbage.
(Flowers.) (Pears.) (Squash.) (Apples.) (Beets.) (Carrots.) (Cukes.)