This building used to be in the fore front of peoples’ minds. In other words, it is was in their consciousness.
For years, it’s been unoccupied, a forgotten eyesore for passersby. The grounds have been neglected. It’s just another building in the city. In other words, it has been vaulted in the subconscious mind of the community.
My job as a landscaper: Make this space look better, not perfect, just better.
The picture above (or my view) was like a conscious mind. It was broad and general. I saw grasses and trees and shrubs and spent flowers.
As I began my work to make the space look better I ran into difficulty. Sadly, the thick brush had become a collection site for trash, empty beer cans, alcohol bottles, and even needles. And the smell of urine pierced my nostrils.
I pulled weeds, raked dead leaves, threw away trash. The sweat that dripped in my eyes burned like swimming in a chlorinated pool with my eyes open. Humidity drained my energy and the sun beat down upon me with no remorse.
I had been in this position before so I knew what beauty I could potentially unearth.
Buried beneath the trash and overgrowth and barely visible from a distance was a glimmer of hope.
Beauty among the beast.
I found a flowering rose bush in an unpleasant space. It wasn’t easy to find.
My muse whispered to me, “I gave this to you. Use it wisely.” I understood her immediately.
The eyesore of a landscape is my subconscious. It is filled with undesirable debris. However, despite being buried and hidden deep within my mind, there is something aromatic and beautiful. Something desirable. I just had to create space to make it visible.
As I continued to make space in the garden bed, people began to take notice.
“Looking good.” “Wow, I remember having good times here.”
Lately, I have been clearing the landscape of my mind by meditating, counting my blessings and praying. I’m letting go of old ways of thinking, old hurts, old enemies, and old wounds. I’m gradually making room for more attractive “things” to come into my life. Perhaps, it is the return of old friends, maybe it is new friends, or new experiences. I really don’t know.
But, I do know that I am becoming more awake and aware of the good things in my life. Yes, I Am.
I am making beautiful spaces.
I hope you will too because the world needs more roses and less weeds.
Be Kind. Be Thankful. Be Significant.