Life is out of control

Last month I spent a long weekend in my mountain retreat for the first time in a long time. It was rainy day by day, but one morning it was not, albeit heavily cloudy. Not that hot, either.

Time to get rid of all the kuzu vines and weed that grew like crazy while I was on a business trip to Shanghai and Hong Kong. I went out to the garden in sandals, wore plastic globes and started to pull all the wild vines reaching out in every direction and entangled in the trees. It was a good muscle exercise, no need to go to the gym.

“OK…I think I’m done,” I told mysef, and wiped all the sweat.

Exactly a moment later, it began to rain again, softly and then quite heavily.

Oh my god....you are here...I intuitively thought, although I normally don’t recognize myself as a particularly religious person.

A few weeks later, there was another occurrence that made me convinced with that idea.

Life is out of control -- in fact, that is lovely.