We live on 1/3rd of an acre in an area called Little City Farms. There is a rustic air which we enjoy. For many years, we've had a bench in one corner of our yard. I call it a Healing Bench because it is a lovely place to sit when one is down. It looks out across the valley and has its own private spot.
Today I returned home and the bench was gone.
I am surprised at the anger I feel, and I realize if I had a gun and I had seen someone dragging my bench up the hill and into their truck, I might have been tempted to shoot them. We are territorial beings, and I could have felt I had the right to shoot someone over a bench. As my son said, it is a Healing Bench, and maybe someone needs healing more than I, and yet the anger that arises allows me to feel I have a long way to go toward equanimity and I'm glad I don't have a gun.