Weeding a garden takes something.
When I depend on that garden for my life, I am watching that garden closely, protecting it, being vigilant, disciplined, serious.
I make sure it is not damaged by pests or by others who don't care about gardens.
If I am depending on that garden for my life, I don't get side-tracked with trivial stuff.
If the garden is unimportant, weeds will grow, it will yield very little if anything. It is at the whim of fate.
My state of consciousness is like a garden. Mental-emotional pests are at it every day. Turmoil within and without pull at my attention - temptations of all kinds - there is a danger of being lost in the storm.
But when I realize the fact that the garden gives me my life, the storm falls away.
Because nothing out there is that important.
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