Life is suffering – AND.
Yup – both and again.
You know those plastic shit hummingbird feeders? The ones that need to be cleaned every week because they can get moldy and kill the birds? The ones that make a big sugary mess in your kitchen and all the way back out to the yard when changing over the water? The ones that get brittle in the 100-degree plus temps and ultimately crack?
Here’s what works better.
Scorched wildflowers. Death in the garden.
This spring, the wildflower garden was all a/bloom – epic in her color and textures. And now, the heat has made a mess of tall-reaching-for-water-sticks with dead heads begging to be trimmed into something not so ugly……
And just like life – dead flower heads present an offering. We’re so prone to hate the suffering and the ugly, but the ugly brings seeds.
While you run with that metaphor, I will tell you literally who is thriving in the scorched earth of my dead wildflowers- the hummingbirds.
A few dozen every day, at all times of the day, are finding sustenance in something I regard as done, dead, and an eyesore.
