In spite of all the challenging weather last week, yesterday gave us a bit of a break with warmer temps. I’ve not been sleeping well recently so I decided to get outside in creation and release my body, mind, and spirit.
When they cleared out the dying trees in the side yard a few months ago, they left me a formidable mulch pile. Well, actually, it is a mulch mountain, and I have been slowly working my way through on weekends with decent weather. Yesterday, I decided to start dealing with muddy mess known as Growing Grace Farm by spreading some of that mulch. It was not an easy task, but it afforded me time outside and time to work through some things.
As I was shoveling the wood chips, I remembered this post I wrote a few years ago when my neighbor donated her mulch pile to me. Reading it this morning, I am reminded that prayer practices take many forms. Today, I am especially grateful for pitch forks, wheelbarrows, and mulch (and perhaps an ice pack or two). ~cameron
Two weeks ago, hauling mulch back and forth from my neighbor’s yard, one small wheelbarrow at a time, afforded me the opportunity to work some things out. I don’t mean reflect on it or problem solve it–I mean really work it OUT, out of my head, out my body and even out of my pores. Sweat dripping and arms aching, I pushed and pulled my wheelbarrow for three days until wood chips blanketed the entire farm. Thirty seven loads of mulch can really get you out of your head which was exactly what I needed.
I will be the first to admit that I can start ruminating on issues and have a hard time letting go. I will look at a problem from all sides, and because I am a passionate person, feel a problem from all sides. Needless to say, that keeps my mind burnin’ and my tummy churnin’ so two weeks ago when that started, I texted my neighbor, asked if I could borrow some mulch, grabbed the pitchfork and got to work.
The steady physical process required my mind and body to do more than just ruminate–it just plain wore me out! While I love how yoga and stretching help me quiet the “monkey chatter” in my head, hauling mulch didn’t just quiet it, it sweated it out of every last pore in my body. Needless to say, I slept better too which always gives me a clearer perspective on life.
So yes, I was sore, and yes, my ice packs kept me company for a few days, but I tell you what: next time I get stuck inside my head, you won’t find me worrying on the couch. I’ll be the one in her overalls out hauling mulch.