Managing Personal Mulch

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mulch

noun

material (such as decaying leaves, bark, or compost) spread around or over a plant to enrich or insulate the soil.

per·son·al mulch

noun

material (such as forgiveness, respect, or compassion) spread around or over a person to enrich or insulate their soil.

Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge. ~William Shakespeare

Forgiveness is like a polaroid. Meaning, there will always reveal room for some part of us to be working on being better. Often, what’s needed is to give things a minute or a few to settle into focus. Witnessing myself is this stiff labor of love. Armed with every tool for the winning testimony, the results vary violently. I might notice a glowing account of dauntless heroism. Identically, my maneuvers may splinter my significance in seconds. One day I receive news of associates helping solve world sustainability. In the exact same inhalation, my power could stagger from tussling deeply over the question of why aren’t I being as impactful as awe-inspiring others I know to capturing the momentum of praise-it-forward applause. The spiral of doubt side can quickly spin toward the blackhole filled with failures: not exercising enough or ever, debilitating eating, or ignoring daily writing. Stout is the righteous touting.

When we show our respect for other living things, they respond with respect for us. ~Arapaho Proverb

I hadn’t connected live with my dear friend in ages. Out of the gate, he threw us back to our meeting days when we both (albeit separately) ended up smudging a relationship with a certain gal. Valiantly, he mentioned the past by noting he’d decided to change the useless narrative to a positive light with simplistic checking in amends. His mere sharing prompted me echoing. If I harbor resentment, this offers it the luxury to do much more damage than a plot of plain festering may prepare. Such decay has the rancor to motivate wrath. Maybe we’re Bugatti busting speed to hit our red with envy contrary to an arousing ruddy complexion. Let’s examine a mean mixture of arguments gone wildly feral. Whether the modus was that girly catfight gone unproductively awry circa 2016 or a contemporary jealous streak that seems it won’t ever sleep, their striations will solitarily serve to cling to insanity. In order to maintain practical development, we must be participating in the practicalities.

Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man. ~Louis Nizer

For the whole world is our Petrie dish of possibility for cultivating cheery relief. All that was required of me was quashing a story formerly perturbing me. Unnecessary for me to gouge our history, a scant pant of my speech secured a smooth reply. You could stubbornly squabble your commitment to steer clear of perceived poor vibes. But I’ll contest it’s the holding onto negativity that makes for mimicking dementia. Comforting words have a similar touch of home-cooked comfort food. Likewise, we shrink any necessity for a shrink when we’re irresolute about releasing injuries. As it happens, it’s divining our ability at ministering ourself which preaches the sermon everyone should piously exalt. Derived of tenable roots balances the depletions released upon us. Investigating your apparent justifications is like nursing petals to show their true colors.

It is easy enough to be friendly to one’s friends. But to befriend the one who regards himself as your enemy is the quintessence of true religion. The other is mere business. ~Mahatma Gandhi

How to carry the motley contours of this microbial management is of indispensable priority. Offense and defense are forever contiguous. Together, their actions counsel the muscularity of our might. They cannot run alone. Such a game would render irrelevant. From each, we ascertain elements regarding honor. When executing our offensive, we possess the attributes to advance our best interests. Situated in defensive mode, our tactics are skewed against anyone else scoring before us. Playing in unison keeps our advantage on point. On average, it’s not incidentally if I choose to respect someone whom others dub the implication of their diatribe. Those time-consuming tirades where our rants are ripping others to shreds are no different than the tractor plowing to pulp a field of poppies; same as the toxic spray that takes down an array of matching beauty. May we all grow our life with a majority of gutsy grace.

Life is mostly froth and bubble,

Two things stand like stone,

Kindness in another’s trouble,

Courage in your own.

~ Adam Lindsay Gordon, “Finis Exoptatus (A metaphysical Song)” (24 November 1866), Fytte 8 excerpt of Ye Wearie Wayfarer: Hys Ballad in Eight Fyttes, as published in Sea Spray and Smoke Drift (1867)

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