Give Peas a Chance…
This week was a humdinger of a week for me–the environmental nonprofit I work for had its largest fundraiser of the year on Thursday evening…and the Monday prior an unfortunate article in the newspaper cast our event’s title sponsor in a very unflattering (though completely deserved, in my humble opinion) environmental light. Needless to say I was livid, I was on fire, I was ready to kick someone’s violating ass…I was so upset all day Monday that I was actually dizzy with anger. I didn’t have a clue how I was going to make it through the week and my event without blowing my top and/or knocking someone’s block off.
But then…
I got home on Monday afternoon, went to the garden with a rather large glass of red wine and the anger swirling around inside me came to a halt. “Peace be with you,” said my Sugar Snaps. “Let us calm down for a moment and take a moment to relax,” chirped my Butter Crunch. “Forget your troubles and relish the sunset,” coaxed my A&C Pickling cukes.
I love knowing that I can always seek refuge in my garden and rely on my plants to to provide sage advice. Oh, and the event was a decent success too!
Dear Bethany, I have so enjoyed [perhaps not your intention] this posting and I do so understand your anger and frustration. But, as you point out, nothing which a walk around the garden and a large glass of red wine cannot put right. For me, one of the consolations of becoming older is that I now refuse to do ‘Stress’. I find life much easier and calmer since I took that decision.
Thank you so much for writing on my hats posting where I have made reply.
I need to learn how not to do “stress” as well. Just thinking about it stresses me out, so I guess I’m not there yet