I found myself jumping to a worst-case scenario again this week and chased a runaway thought down that proverbial rabbit hole. I was concentrating on the feelings evoked by my errant conclusions framing my crazy “what-ifs.” Feelings come and go, yet when we’re tied up by them in the middle of an anxious roller coaster ride, they suck us up, distorting reality.
On the news today, I heard a word that made me laugh out loud. . . “sanguine.” I love collecting words and sentences, so this one popped right out at me. The word morphed into a blog idea. So, with a big grin on my face, I grabbed one of my trusty spirals to quickly write down my thoughts before my brain cell spasms quit spazzing!
Some days are breathless, just like the end of a hot, record-breaking, parched, and dusty Texas summer. I feel claustrophobic from the suffocating stresses of life.
Instead of giving you an extensive to-do list for your September garden, I’d like to concentrate on one task, culling your perennials, whether self-propagating by seed or root.
I have experienced that sometimes if I hold on to my coveted silence, tuck my feet under and really nestle into it, I am startled by any intrusion.