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Category: Transforming Pain

The Beauty Of A Beautiful Garden

Inner work cleans the ground; prepares the garden bed.

It allows you to express suppressed emotions, let go or alchemize past trauma, and unlearn harmful beliefs.

…But this isn’t what plants the seeds or grows the garden.

New lifestyle habits should be initiated… activities scheduled… connections rekindled or explored. And each needs to be watered… exposed to the appropriate amount of sun… and cared for.

It’s this two step effort that grows the garden of a beautiful life—so that the same past garbage doesn’t just re-do what the inner work works so hard to clean up.

And instead of the clean bare land attracting back in garbage or debris (like an empty table in a busy family household), the ground eventually gets filled with an incredible array of flowers and trees and plants… so much so that there’s no room for anything else to wander in.

And even if it does… the beauty of a beautiful garden is that even the garbage starts to feel out of place. The aesthetics alone make it feel displaced and make it want to catch the next wind drift and wander out and away.

And suddenly… instead of cleaning endlessly and focusing solely on removing trash… you get to focus on beauty… and investing love and light into the garden of your life that begins to attract more of the same and repel more of the opposite.

You Know It’s Magic… Don’t You?

The modern day brain has been programmed (quite literally) to desperately avoid boredom.

I overheard a child say to their parent the other day, “Mom, I’m so bored” in a play area that had books, puzzles, coloring sheets, crayons, colored pencils, magna-tiles, blocks, and so on.

…And what was the child hoping they could get access to to cure their boredom? …That’s right—their parents’ phone.

And as sad as that might sound… what you should consider is whether or not you and your loved ones are any better off.

What do you do when you crash on the couch after a long day? Or when you’re stuck in line at a restaurant? Or when you’re waiting for your child to finish their club/ class/ activity?

Because I’ll tell you what the majority of parents do while they’re waiting for their son or daughter to finish martial arts class… as soon as even an inkling of boredom occurs… they open up their phone.

This is not meant to be a criticism. It’s simply meant to be an inner work prompt. What is your relationship with boredom? Do you and boredom ever sit with each other for any amount of time? Or do you avoid boredom like the plague? When’s the last time you did what you encourage your kids to do (if you have any) and use your imagination to build, draw, or create minus the screens?

I’ll tell you what… there’s a magic in boredom that no screen game can touch.

…Just look at how a bored child can turn three blocks into entire worlds that are travelled and explored for hours and hours and hours at a time.

Indicators That Inner Work Is Needed:

  • Struggle to meditate.
  • Struggle to dance.
  • Struggle to love.

At our core… these are truth. These are nature. These are pure.

Everything that causes us to struggle is lies… nurture… tainted.

The Cost Of Being “Too Busy” To Create

Think of some of your favorite things you’ve ever created in life—the things people will remember you by.

How much would someone have to pay you to remove that creation from ever existing in your life?

…The thing is: many of us are doing this daily. And for A LOT less than we think.

Think about how many creations have been “taken away” because of extra work or from bringing work home or from being too exhausted to create after work…

Think, too, about how long some of those favorite creations took you to make? …And how much you get paid per hour in your job/career? …And if that creation is worth that price?

For many of us… the answer would be an unwavering, “No.”

And yet… many of us continue to work for that hourly rate at the expense of the things we might’ve been so proud to have created.

This isn’t a call to quit your job. It’s a call to renew your commitment towards creation—in the time you can afford to budget… just like you do so vigilantly for your job.

Nobody is going to make the time for you—especially not your boss.

But if you can be your own boss and learn how to make the time for yourself again… what you might end up with is something far more valuable than anything your boss ever gives you in a check.

For A Lighter, Further, Freer Life

Traveling with a bunch of luggage is taxing.

Living with a bunch of baggage is taxing.

Creation… it seems to me…

Is a process through which the items in your metaphorical bags are unpacked… alchemized into some expressive medium… and left there once finished.

As writing an idea frees your mind from holding it any longer… creating frees your metaphorical bags from having to carry them any longer.

…For lighter, further, freer life travel.

The Beautiful Messy [Poem]

I tap my screen
While urgency sleeps
Before important clocks in
As busy decompresses
During the void hours
Mostly nights; some days
To nothing; blank
…Maybe a 12:19

I’ll sometimes sigh
Maybe slouch or frown
But never visibly
Never audibly
Not even here
Will I show it
Not even here
Will it hit my ear

Your name glowing
And only your name
Urgently protruding
Importantly colored; bordered
Filling the void
Pointing my mind
Towards entropy
Away from order

I’ll sometimes crave it 
The spontaneity… the drama…
The fiery… the crazy…
The beautiful messy
The epitome
Of the nature
Of the universe
Presented perfectly

In your letters, your glow
My casual touch
Your chaos, your flow
My orderly house
Us merging; the mess
It always ends better
You send a text
And I straighten, smirk…

Though you’d never know it
Because I remember… ghost.


P.s. You can read my other poems here.

Assembling Flowers

You can assemble a car, but you can’t assemble a flower.

A flower can only be grown.

And when you rush the creative process, you start to assemble instead of grow.

Any internet skimmer, quick-fixer side-hustler, AI app can assemble.

…But what we need now more than ever are people who can grow.