Take a look at this:
This was the bane of my existance, this luscious, beautiful landscape that you are laying your eyes upon at this very moment.
Of course it did not look like this at the time, nor do I have any pictures, but the front yard I can assure you, was a mess.
Everyday I would come home, groan, and either ignore the deep critic in me who was insisting I do something about the front yard, or I would begrudgingly go out and pull a handful of weeds, nothing that would make any difference. I told myself that I would hire someone to do it, but that too seemed like a bane. The back yard garden was my baby; the front yard, an overgrown weedy mess that I did not want to deal with.
So what happened?
The more I pulled, the more I weeded, the more I walked toward the thing that I thought was the bane of my existance, the more I found beauty, both deep within me, and deep without, as you can see how much beauty I was able to reate with my own two hands.
I was in desperate need for this deep earth connection, this silent pull to just do just that, pull, weed, plant, water. Grow. I didn’t even this would happen, that this wonderful energy that I needed as bad as the body needs water, would just happen. I have been criticizing myself for avoiding aspects of my life. Now I know, I must celebrate.
to read “The Garden That Grew From Within,” go to the archives of my blog.