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Australian Native Flowers.

Australian Native Flowers.

Plant Loving Kindness.

Canberra Botanical Gardens.

Canberra Botanical Gardens.

 Unaware of the silver bell chime a thought is born in my conscious mind.  Mary, why Mary, that is contrary, Mary Mary quite contrary, how does your garden grow, silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row. This English nursery rhyme has had many things read into its origin. What was the hook that fished it up from the past, invading my ‘monkey mind’? That is a difficult question. I am supposed to be meditating, focusing on my breath.

Were you expecting Blue Bells.

Were you expecting Blue Bells.

If we are contrary our garden will not flourish in a profusion of Silver Bells, Blue bells or beautiful flowers. There will be a crop of weeds. I have lost concentration.

This Golden Wattle.

This Golden Wattle.

Mindful Mary always wary, how will her garden grow? She will cultivate and something great will eventuate.

I do not know what it is called but it is not Blue Bells.

I do not know what it is called but it is not Blue Bells.

Aware of what we are planting in the garden of our mind we cultivate a nourishing crop of sustenance. When seeds of weeds are allowed to invade our garden a tangled jungle grows. Then we are lost in the weeds of greed, impatience or anger.  Allowing these aggressive weeds to invade and pollute our mind spoils our contentment.

Tiny white flowers, who knows their name?

Tiny white flowers, who knows their name?

The brain holds every sensory perception from the cradle to the grave this formes the illusion of a self, an ego a driving force. Past memories shape our interpretation of all we encounter.  Our character is formed and things are seen in our individual unique way. What we perceive is never lost. It is filed in our memory store. It is our recall that is at fault. We cannot always find what we need in our memory.  Till the recall is triggered by a key like hook and eureka, there it is in our conscious mind like a silver bell.

So many beautiful flowers.

So many beautiful flowers.

A subliminal perception such as a smell, a sight, a touch or a sound can prompt a conscious thought. It could be a distant bell; it is difficult to tell, what prompts those thoughts that can distract our concentration. Those contrary thoughts that plague our mind like static on a radio. If we are aware of these foolish thoughts we will disregard them and keep our concentration focused.

Who knows them all?

Who knows them all?

Life is a never-ending stream of sensory input. What we focus on our mind absorbs and it can take root and grow. Try to plant positive, wholesome seeds in the garden of your mind. Scheming, evil thoughts grow if allowed to take root in the mind. Kind helpful caring thoughts one day germinate into beneficial fruit.

There a 177 different known varieties of Bancsia.

There a 177 different known varieties of Banksia.

Be aware of the sensory input in your surroundings. They affect your thoughts and recurring thoughts become habits. Aware of our thoughts we can control our emotions. When we are aware of impatience arising, we will not allow it to turn to unruly anger. The one who cannot control the flames of anger is the first to get burned. If we feel envy we know this will not do us any good. It is better to share the joy with the fortunate person. Getting your nourishment from a garden of loving kindness you grow strong and healthy.

How many unknown?

How many unknown?

I was distracted, no need for me to get emotional and give up. It is all good if I accept those thoughts and return to concentrating on my breath. Give in but never give up. Try even if you fail but never fail to try. Meditation is not a waste of time it clears the mind allowing it to concentrate in the midst of the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

Not only the banksia flowers are fantastic.

Not only the Banksia flowers are fantastic.

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