Mowing as Spiritual Discipline
I mowed the grass last night and it felt great. I was tired by the end, but it was well worth it. Not only were the grass blades, which had been knitting themselves together in a bit of a jungle, trimmed down to a reasonable level but my soul was watered by the experience.
When I mow the lawn, my brain has to stay engaged in what I am doing, but not so much that it can't wander if necessary.
I bring some level of order out of some level of chaos.
When I am done, I can see the results.
There are no shortcuts - I have to push that mower across every bit of lawn.
The physical exercise is good.
Ahh, mowing the lawn...