Weeding the garden is a daily practice— therapy of sorts, mindfulness training. Yanking the invasive toxic intruders from their root frees up my mind, feels cathartic. Untangling the plants from the sticky bind weed unsticks the heaviness of my heart for a moment. The weeds are relentless and easily overwhelming. Attempting them all at once is ungrounding. So each day I attend to one patch of weeds, clearing the space and then the next. Eventually, I've weeded the whole of the garden and then I begin again.