I keep thinking about work and the people at work, and how sometimes doing the right think may make you an unpopular person. Some days, I just want to spend time in my garden all day long, lost in its leaves and branches, amid all the lizards, frogs, and bumble bees, with my dog by my side who is rolling in the warm grass. If only life could be so quiet, devoid of human toxicity.
Working in my garden makes the chatter in my head quiet down, and in doing so, I realize that even when I am inside my head, the world still moves around me. The trees still sway in the breeze; the clouds still scurry across the sky; the moon still sets and the sun still rises. All I need to do is to just move.
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