Today is Earth Day and the sprouts of radish and tomato plants are peeking through the soil. Our climate is conducive to growing things and around the household, there is a fair amount of talking and singing to the seedlings as they prepare for planting in the container garden on the back porch.
Preparing, planting, singing, sowing – this is the theme the season. Preparing amidst the challenges that rise up. Tending to the hope of a garden to bloom. Finding a way to celebrate what ever it is that comes up. There are days of tilling. Days of weeding. Days of nothing but grief and loss and disappointment.
And then a morning of the teeny tiny peak of green leaf and we rejoice. A few weeks ago, I was privileged to officiate at the memorial service for a learned woman who loved violets and placed begonia blooms in bowls of water. Honoring the beauty of the earth. We invited people to come forward and take a fresh flower from vases at the altar and
remember the complex wonder of human life.
At the memorial we shared this
poem...which ends with this stanza:
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen:
reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in.
This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always,
for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting,
after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes.
Writing prompt: I am harvesting…