…The greatest power and attraction of gardening is the transcendence it yields at unexpected moments…
The older I get, the more aware I am of the garden’s healing power. The obvious showcase is the fruits, flowers, fauna and food. These make me smile, but the real joy is behind the blooms and blossoms. The tasks, planning and hands in the dirt are what give me peace. This week’s journey in Ps and Qs will be spent in my garden, with talented friends and a hope that it will bring you some Peace, Quiet and comfort, too.
~~Anyone can grow into something beautiful.
~~It wasn’t as if the flowers themselves held within them the ability to bring an abstract definition into physical reality. Instead, it seemed that…expecting change, and the very belief in the possibility instigated a transformation.
~~Now, as an adult, my hopes for the future were simple: I wanted to be alone, and to be surrounded by flowers. It seemed, finally, that I might get exactly what I wanted.
~~She was perfect. I knew this the moment she emerged from my body, white and wet and wailing. Beyond the requisite ten fingers and ten toes, the beating heart, the lungs inhaling and exhaling oxygen, my daughter knew how to scream. She knew how to make herself heard. She knew how to reach out and latch on. She knew what she needed to do to survive. I didn’t know how it was possible that such perfection could have developed within a body as flawed as my own, but when I looked into her face, I saw that it clearly was.
~~Perhaps the unattached, the unwanted, the unloved, could grow to give love as lushly as anyone else.