On my knees

Here I am again on my knees, weeding this same flowerbed. In no time at all this unwanted and unsightly growth has taken over, choking, crowding the gardenias planted years ago.

Now with piles of wilting and withering growth littering the sidewalk, I stop to catch my breath, straightening my stiff back. In this moment, with a hint of Fall in the air, I think of how I need this. This weeding in my heart. Throwing out. Casting away of my worries. Flinging. Disposing. Tossing.

How to do this? How to keep these weeds of worry out? How to nurture the wanted growth and fling away the choking?

Maybe it really does simply start on my knees.