When first moving mountains one will approach with gusto and determination to tackle the mountain with great strength and power. But mountains have their own pace at which they will allow you to move them. You can throw yourself into the task with all the strength you can muster and that mountain will not move any faster than it wants to. You on the other hand will tire long before the mountain gives in and accepts the new location you want it to be.
Granted, the mountain that taught me this lesson was nothing more than the remnant wood chips that once sat in a pile adjacent to the parking lot of our garden. But even that small spread of wood chips which had come to settle quite content, lay undaunted to all my sweat and might.
Tired from digging in with my strength, I stumbled to my water, removed my heavy shirt, took a few breaths and changed my approach. It was no longer my intention to move this mountain but to gently coax it to move just a little closer to our garden so that it might have a better view of all that the little valley below had to offer. Gentle relaxed sweeps of alternating rakes over an hour seemed to work much better than my original plan of knocking this task out in 10-15 minutes with brute strength. And I'm the wiser man as recompense.
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