Soul therapy: To weed or not to weed

I had signed up to visit Mrs. P and help her with her physical therapy yesterday. Another Saturday morning were I was up and running by 8 am, just like them country folk.  I did not know Mrs. P at all. Never met her and didn't even know were she lived.  But it became one of those services where you come home feeling like: "who helped who here?" What a great lady.  I went home feeling like she gave me some soul therapy.

During my visit with her she informed me, in a very polite manner, that it would be wise to weed my garden.  Yes surrey!  A stranger from the west, told me to weed my garden.

We had been talking about how much I missed the green colors of Iceland.  I told her that my landlord here in AZ had sent someone over to weed my front yard and now there is nothing there except brown, fine sand.  I also told her that now every time the wind blows,  I'm afraid my front yard will end up in my living room.  I missed my weeds.

I asked her if it wouldn't be better to leave the weeds.  At least that gives a little color and keeps the sand in its place.  But no!  She had news for me.  The weeds ( and I still have a lot of them in my back yard) are "pretty", but they leave these little nasty stickers.  They stick to your clothes, carpet, furniture and hurt quiet a bit. This I did not know ( just like so many other things here in the wild west).
So I thought about how I have been sending my kids to school, through my back yard and through those nasty sticker weeds, at least twice a day.  Then I had one of those brief "bad mom" moments.

It also made me think of this summer and all my stuff I had to go through before I packed my life into boxes and store it for a year. So much junk and stuff.  Things I thought were necessary for my wellbeing and happiness. Things that I can not even recall now.  I have now lived almost two months in a foreign country and the only thing I brought with me is two suitcases per family member.  And thats fine. I feel like I have weeded my life. It's simple.

And on a even deeper note.  I wish I would have weeded my soul along time ago. There is so much stuff that I have carried with me for so long.  Not the "my parents should have raised me different" or "kids at school were so mean". No more like the garbage I bring to myself every single day. "You are not good enough", "you will never do this or that" or "forget that you will ever feel so good". Things like that.  Little sticker weeds that have bothered me for years and years.  Time to let go and let the sand blow and settle were it will.

So, a gentle reminder  - finish weeding my garden/life.  Thank you Mrs. P and I hope for more friends like her to tell me to weed my garden.