When I have life's pressures nagging at me, I hit the dirt. Digging in the flowers, planting, prunning, replanting, etc, always give me much peace of mind. I let the dirt and plants consume and control my mind for the duration of my time outside in the flower beds. I don't have a large garden to maintain, but the small space I do keep up is worth so much towards my well-being.
The effort never goes wasted when toiling in the dirt. There is so much satisfaction to be gained from the experience. Dirty hands, dirt embedded under the fingernails, smudged cheeks and forehead; they are all part of the overall calm and good feeling.
I tune everything else out; ringing phones, messages being played, the time, everything. When I'm finished with the tasks I've laid out for myself to accomplish, I am always pleasantly surprised how the day has already flown by. The greatest joy of all in hitting the dirt once in a while is that when taking a stroll about the yard, I can see and enjoy the fruits of my labor, over and over again.
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