I suppose you know you’re a true fanatic when you find yourself outside at 5 a.m. watering and talking to the Mother of Thousands, who – quite synchronistically – has (finally) found “her” place in the garden. And because she’s home, she thrives.
Ever since I’ve been on my own (it was 1976, after hastily marrying a professional surfer with a penchant for women, waves and weed), I’ve always had something green to tend to.
In those early years, it was Pothos, Spider Plants and Wandering Jews in hand-thrown pots and beaded macrame hangers. They could be found hanging in the bathroom, kitchen or – if I was lucky – outside on the patio.
It also wasn’t unusual to find weed growing in one of those same spaces, only minus the macrame. I can still smell the buds, red haired and stinking up the air.
As I matured and my home (along with my family) became a little larger, there were simple outdoor plants to care for: A 50- year-old Camilla, rambling white roses along a fence, or a few pretty annuals. Fortunately , watering and the occasional trim is always enough to keep a low maintenance yard looking nice. And a nice looking yard makes me happy.
Finding my Happy Place out in nature isn’t something unusual. There are hundreds of thousands – millions! – of us out there. We recognize each other by the slight green tinge to our fingers and a bit of dirt under a nail we missed. People garden for all kinds of reasons and I do so for many. One of the important ones? I hear God in the Garden.
With the sun warming my back, perhaps on my knees bent over something in my hands, I often hear that Still Small Voice – the voice of the Divine.
I heard it again this morning as I was futzing in the yard. I find myself instinctively in a “Spring Cleaning Mode” these days, even though we are well into Fall. Oh, how I love this time of year. It at once energizes me and breaks my heart – in a good way. For some reason, I am particularly tender this time of year. Things move me. And with the Season of Thanksgiving almost upon us, I find myself breaking out in spontaneous bouts of gratitude…many times, with tears streaming down my cheeks. 2017 has shaped up to be an amazing year, albeit not without it’s challenges. I’ve experienced SO many answered prayers. Prayers about the important things like faith, family, connection and healing.
This is also a season of LETTING GO. And THAT is what the Voice was talking about.
I quit my job yesterday. I’ve been there 6 months and just simply couldn’t bear it a moment longer. This morning I woke up free from the pain and discomfort I’ve had in my head and neck for weeks. It’s just GONE. SO not a coincidence. And the symbology isn’t missed. That job has been a pain in my neck for months. Thankfully, through an amazing set of circumstances, it is over and I’m yet again amazed at the wisdom held in the soft animal of my body. She KNOWS, intuitively and intelligently, what is best for me. She speaks to me in pain and peace. Her wisdom is true.
Not only am I pain free, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face. PEACE flows through my veins like a river, and joy bubbles up like a spring. It’s a time for me to be (re)planted at home, tending my family and my garden, waiting for the New Great Adventure to arrive. Like my Mother of Thousands plants, all it took was a SHIFT to different location to begin to thrive.
With a sigh of relief and a heart in overflow, I can say with all certainty…..
It is well with my Soul.