Karmic Retribution

As a kid, I can remember going to and from school. I walked. Sometimes alone, sometimes with buddies. When I was with my buddies, we usually ran. Remember being a kid and just running with glee for no reason? Just to be running? Remember how it didn’t matter where you ran or played or goofed off with them because you didn’t have a care in the world? You’d run through people’s yards, around their cars, and yes, even in their flower beds. Sometimes you’d see a pretty flower and reach your pudgy little hand out and pluck it just to put it up to your nose and smell it. You wouldn’t think about the difference between a plant and grass, because they were both green. A flower was just a flower. -Then, you couldn’t understand why so many old people hated kids!

“OH, WHY, KARMA?!?! WHY?!?!”

There's much more of the massacre, but it's too sickening to show. The worst part is that I was waiting for Garden Blogger Bloom Day to take their pictures, so some of them I never even got to see blooming. Oh, it's just sooooooo ..... :(

I'm trying to accept the situation (non-resistance) and not add more discomfort to it, but it's hard. I know, it's all just temporary anyway.

That's why I am officially putting it out there to the old people from my youth, the world, the universe, and the Divine…..I am sorry!!! I am sorry I trampled your flowers. I am sorry that you worked so hard on them and I didn’t see their value as they were. I am sorry that I thought you were just a crazy old person who hated kids. Now please make the school children stay out of my flower bed. My lesson has come to a complete circle. Thank you, Jen.