Life
began at 40 for Cheryl Wilfong when she quit her day job to follow
her bliss and research and write Following the Nez
Perce Trail an historical guide to the Nee-Me-Poo National Historic
Trail. (2nd edition published in 2006).
She has been a regular in
Jan Frazier’s
weekly writing groups since 1998 and prints a booklet of collected
essays for friends every year at Christmas. She reads her writing
once a month when she gives a Dharma talk at Vermont
Insight Meditation Center.
Cheryl will soon self-publish The
Meditative Gardener: Cultivating Mindfulness of Body, Feelings,and
Mind.
My friend’s yard
is a dog’s yard, a place to roll in
the grass, dig in the dirt, walk in a small circle and lie down.
Previously I would have said it was a dog of a yard as my mind busied
itself with weeding what may once have been an herb garden. My gardening
mind has its own opinion about the unkempt ladies bedstraw creeping
out of what used to be a flower bed.
sMy mind would have pulled sheep
sorrel, horsetail, and red clover. My mind raked up the dog turds
lying about the lawn and pulled tufts of grass and plantain out
of the cracks between the stones on the terrace.
I look at my limping friend, she’s a retired teacher
and now a dog breeder. She’s content with her view of the
valley and the hills beyond, the nearby woods and fields with strawberry
children tended by a neighboring farmer growing under row covers.
Hush. Listen to the grasshoppers and the meadowlarks.
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