Sunday, April 25, 2010

Base Camp

I'm going to do a series on Gardening. I may actually move these post to a new blog. So, somebody snatch up.... Mop's secret Garden. I'd assume you have never read Secret Garden, and if you have, you probably didn't understand a word of it, and beyond that, you certainly didn't get the theme.

Taking care of, Maintaining a garden, both literally as part of Mental Wellbeing, as a mediation. Or Figuratively, as the Meditation, takes care of your overall wellness, as a human being.

Garden----->Meditation(thought, reflection, mindfulness, Prayer, Oneness with the Eternal)------>Wellness.

And it's healthy and interesting and it is fun.

This section of my garden was first. Ok, I'm lying. I built part of my garden, to try and figure out what i was doing. Then In year 2, I realized:

I NEED A BASE CAMP! In your garden, you are going to spend MANY HOURS, When you are tired or hungry or thirsty, or hot, or confused, or angry, or sad, or bitter, or Flusterd, or .....

You can pull the troops from the field, and you have base camp. No going into the house, to get distracted with TV, No Muddy boots in the kitchen, No..... BASE CAMP! Set up and be ready to live here until your next meal.

There are 2 trees on both sides, east and West, The largest on the West side, to kill the afternoon sun. The Grass is a Drought Tolerant Triple Dwarf Fescue, This is also where my irrigation runs.

This morning, I had fruit coffee and water. I also had a place to put a jacket or heavy shirt, as needed. It is important to just dig in, and work and stay outside, be focused....

Other than that, This is just a killer place to sit, I even take my coffee out here, in the morning.

It is here, that will be the Wellspring of your actions.... and FYI.. That was a damaged, Starbucks Bistro table, I picked up cheep.

6 comments:

Nancy said...

I was going to comment on the table and chairs. I like them. Good score.

The Mop said...

Hi, Nancy! Welcome.

It's a great spot. What you can't see is this is actually where the irrigation comes through. You can kind of see the bottom of the "ditch" in there.

I'm actually very proud of my good use of Found Space. Transforming something that was God awe-full into something very nice. This is actually the nicest part of the yard.

Nancy said...

Don't know if you'll see this but...

I'm taking a break from PowerPoint & other assorted data & found your response to my post from this a.m. Damn, you are prolific. I didn't notice your response because you've written so much since then. Good on you. It's obviously therapeutic as is tending to your picturesque fiefdom.

Still have to pass along observations and a quote from last night's concert.

The Mop said...

All Comments are moderated, and I know about every one. I also try and say "Something".

I mean, You read My stuff, I should definitely read your feedback.

As they say, "Meditate in all things".

Somehow, my synapses have become wired to "Blogging". I used to be "in the groove" with it, and it's easy to get back into the Pattern.

When I Spent/Spend hours and hours on the bike, I used to do rough outlines of posts, based on what was going on in my head.

The downside is, there is an impulse toward "Verbal(blogger) diarrhea". Some bloggers have a horrible time posting 14 paragraphs, on 'Skiing down a hill'. If one is skilled in the written word, it can be Amazing. But as Sandy joked....

It can be:
"Ya, I attacked, then he Attacked, Then I Countered, I had a flat, I had to catch back on, I attacked again, and Somebody won"
Only... 3 pages, and 15 minutes of my life is gone. I read a ton of economics stuff, and it's worse, nothing like a finance major, who suddenly thinks this is their chance to be "Bill Maher" or "Hemmingway" or "David letterman" of a blog.

What I'm getting at, is we should see a new tenancy in writing toward "Writing in Thrift". People realizing the power of a word, or phrase. As opposed to people who write what looks like a Doctoral Thesis, on Brushing their Teeth....

and as I type this up... this would be a better, blog post than comment.....

Nancy said...

Speaking of synapses, mine are currently fried. I'm taking my marbles (and my dog) and going home (literally). Will reread your comment/blog entry tomorrow.

The Mop said...

*shrug* I do, go on....

No worries.