We hung Tibetan prayer flags on Kiddo's swing set, sending blessings of love and compassion and some other stuff in Tibetan that I can't read. The kid says, "The wind is blowing the prayers through the whole neighborhood. Push me, Mommy."
Blessing the neighbors while pushing the kid is a cool meditation. I considered this for about 30 seconds, then I thought hard about herbicide and mulch.
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Don't you think it's funny that we pay to have trees cut down in our yards to plant flowers. Then someone mulches the tree up so we can buy them back again year after year in the form of mulch. Eventually, the flower beds get neglected turning into weeds. We pay to have the mulch and weeds picked up. All to plant another tree.
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