As I spend my delicious summer days gardening winter’s ice from my veins, I feel utterly embraced by nature’s beauty, truth and goodness. All personal worries and other warts fall away with each weed picked and blossom admired. The earth feeds so much more than our stomachs when we take the time to feel her gifts.
As I enter my postage-stamp garden sanctuary, my mind and body slow down. All the monkey-mind chatter dissolves into a peace-filled equilibrium where nothing negative takes hold. Passersby comment, “That must be a lot of work,” when they see me turning boulevard grass into perennial beds. I smile, secretly unaware of any physical effort on my part, knowing full well that Mother Earth has her work cut out for her. She not only tends her vast earthly garden but heals and ministers to me, to each of us, which I know is a much bigger job.
The next time you pass a tree, a flower, a river, stop and allow nature’s beauty, truth and goodness to penetrate. Feel whatever is present within and around you for there lays the truth you seek. Better yet, get your hands dirty and feel angst and sorrow drain out your fingertips while soothing earth energy fills you to your boots. Nothing nurtures like the Great Mother so please show her some love. Below is a poem I wrote to keep me remembering what is most important.
Where once a great river carved out a meandering valley,
now stands a monument registering some past glory gone awry.
Part human, part petrified brain tree towers over the land.
Ominous yet unmoving, it is in this world but barely of it.
Humanity set roots in earthly paradise claiming ownership,
tho’ no one can truly own the land. Thus is the picture of truth.
When oversized egos puff up their importance,
paradise is lost and insanity prevails.
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