Definition-a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.
What does it mean to you? When was the last time you had one and what was it?
These are my favorite moments as epiphanies are clear and euphoric in nature and they definitely keep you in the moment. I would live inside of one if I could.
My last moment of epiphany occurred while weeding my landscaping garden around the perimeter of our house. The weeds are prolific this year and I had grown tired of the process of pulling them out by the roots. It is tedious and time consuming work that places me in the discomfort of the humidity, hot sun, and knowing of the endlessness of this task.
It typically takes me three to four days to rid our garden of weeds. I pull them out by gloved hands, toss them into a wheelbarrow and empty the barrow in the woods. I end up with six to eight wheelbarrow's full of weeds.
Due to the amount of rain we've had this year the weeds are never ending and some are as high as my mid section. I find that I must stand firm with my feet planted into the soil as I yank the weeds by the roots using both hands. It takes most of my strength to get some of them out-the remainder of it to not fall backwards from the effort.
Hours of this labor causes me to sweat. My clothing sticks to me as sweat runs into my eyes and down my neck. Dirt sticks to my skin and gets into my pores and nose. I sneeze every few minutes.
The landscaping rocks tumble out of place; the black landscape paper shows itself and the rocks get dirty. The landscape paper and rocks must be put back into place, and edging restored. Bees and giant horseflies join the insect chorus while ants, spiders, and gnats seemingly fight for territory.
As the restoration takes shape the beauty of the garden is revealed and my efforts are rewarded by sheer delight of the wonderous site. Hidden blossoms appear as towering weeds are taken away and flowering plants are seen in full glory.
The joy usually comes for me in the end, not during the process. I spend my time ripping and tugging at weeds to get to the end result. The process seems endless and I get frustrated that it takes so mush time. I long to sit with a cool drink and stare at the wonderous garden and all it's beauty.
The epiphany came to me today while in the middle of my second day of weeding; it is a simple epiphany, but a marvelous one. I decided to weed one hour per day, in the early morning hours. During this hour I would take my time, become one with the plants and enjoy the process. I would lovingly care for the plants rather than tear randomly at the weed's roots. Taking away the heat and humidity of the day and working in the quiet morning is meditative and relaxing. There is no pressure to get anything done. I am simply lovingly caring for my plants that I am grateful to have.
Perhaps the more love I put into it the more the beautiful plants will grow, and choke out the weeds. Just, maybe, my attitude helped the weeds to flourish-we shall see. I am renewed in my purpose and grateful for another wonderful epiphany.
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