34. Noxious Weeds

“Chocolate, vanilla, choose”. Of course, some love vanilla. But the follow up premise is “Chocolate, choose”. There are no options. Choose what is before you. Cancer, choose. I choose it.

One year when we were spending inordinate amounts of time at the Evergreen State Fair for 4H, there was a display of Noxious Weeds.  After we looked at the examples at a booth on the fairgrounds, I can remember Shante pointing out the invasive plants at every siting.  Noxious weed, noxious weed, noxious weed.  They are literally everywhere!

A flowering vine, a seasonal ivy, grows in the yard.  I feel hatred.  The things climb the cedar limbs, pulling the branches to the ground.  They choke out the plants, cover them, bury them, use them as a transport to the sun.  Why do I have an emotional reaction?  God’s plants. Survival of the fittest.

I do hate them.  I yank them out at every siting.  I plot against them, scheming ways to use ground cover and mulch to protect the other plants. Vinegar, vinegar kills some plants, maybe these.

But I like the other ivy, the evergreen, native ivy.  It climbs all over, snakes into the grass, tries to occupy everything.  Why do I have a preference?  What is this emotional difference?

In the Landmark program, there is a phrase “Chocolate, vanilla, choose”.  Of course, some love vanilla.  But the follow up premise is “Chocolate, choose”.  There are no options.  Choose what is before you.  Cancer, choose.  I choose it.  There is no battle.  Noxious weeds, choose.  I still hate them.  There is still inner turbulence and emotional reaction to a stupid, flowering ivy.  The moral of this story, I’m not as enlightened as I appear!

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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