Thinking

My ideas about God are fairly simple. I believe He exists. I hope He is good. By definition He is incomprehensible. If He is good, then He cares about me. If there is a God, He is good and He cares about me, then things must be better than they seem, even if that is incomprehensible. You don't have to be a Christian to believe that. I choose to be a Christian because if I were a being like God I would make a gesture like Jesus. I would let you know that just like the suffering is killing you, it is killing me too, and just like it wasn't really killing me, it isn't really killing you either. If God is the kind of being I hope for, then He has demonstrated His compassion. He has shown us the truth. Things are better than they seem.

Pruning

You'd think a person who named her blog, The Weedy Garden, would be a somewhat skilled or at least enthusiastic gardener in the 3D world--not so much. I knew that my worries were taking on a new dimension when I woke up from a dream about flower arranging in a sweat because the dream had made the necessity of digging up several enormous bushes and replacing them with cutting flowers inescapable. I fear pruning. To me the plant should be free to express itself. Who am I to tell a bush where it ought to go and how it should grow--the owner, that's who.
I thought it would ease my fears if I looked at manuals for pruning. I expected them to be like the friendly little Ortho books they sell at garden centers in the Spring. I own several of those, Vines, Herbs, Lawn Care. The books I finally did come across were hallowed manuals already reprinted several times. They were thick and complicated. There was no simple directory for say holly, that I could turn to in my urgent fear. It doesn't help matters that not only are the books organized for experts not fearful beginners, but I don't know the names of half the bushes in our yard any way. The end result is--gigantic bushes. I guess they've got to go. It would make room for a cutting garden. hmmm.