Preparing the soil. Tilling it over and over until it’s the right consistency. Fertilizing. Putting up the fence to keep the deer out. Deciding where to plant each seed. And then…waiting for the magic to happen.
Each day, several times each day, rain or shine, I step outside and ‘walk the garden’…which is my own term for keeping a watchful eye on all the plants and seedlings. Ever since I placed the seeds and plants in the dirt I have been so excited and positively obsessed with watching it all grow.
Everything has sprouted now. From the beginning to the end of one day I can see the growth. The rain has been more than plentiful, especially today, making the ground both in and around the garden squishy.
There is always something for me to learn in each day, each experience. This garden is no exception.
There is much tending and nurturing of the self that needs to take place, and we aren’t always very good about that. We may be really good caretakers of others, but our own needs quite often just get put aside. Or maybe we go too far the other way and only serve our own needs and neglect those around us. Finding the right balance is the challenge.
Ah, but when we do have that balance, when we know just how to meet our own needs as well as those of others something beautiful comes to life. When we shed those old layers, that outer crust that no longer fits, and go through the painful process of being re-created, yes, then we see the world through different eyes.
Like the seeds that have come up through that dirt and clay, we finally get to sense that warmth and light, that fresh air, and we stretch…and grow.
Growing. Becoming who we really are. Shedding the outer layers that may have protected or shielded us at one time. Allowing the heart to come into the sun and simply be.