Psst... Come Join Me in my Secret Garden

When you are in the garden…”One doesn’t have to answer the phone.” ~Donna Tartt

When I was a little girl, I hated gardening!  It was a chore that we would have to do on the weekends and my Dad would always come out for “inspection”.  “You missed a spot here and there…” he would say in a critical tone.  He would never say what looked good.  Only that you had more to do.  I hated those days.

When I shared my business, my partner, Mary, told me I had to help garden the front of our massage center.  I was not happy!  But she taught me and helped me find the JOY that many people love about gardening.

Now, almost every weekend I can be found in my garden.  It’s my sacred space where my brain softens and my heart soars.  Each day, you can see a leaf uncurling here, a bud opening there.  It’s therapeutic sitting amongst the birds and bees.  (Maybe even the spiders, I am wearing gloves!)  I work out problems in the garden, come to peace with things that are out of my control and put things into perspective.

All that digging, trimming and pulling is so metaphoric for how we shape our lives as we go about grooming the present for a more pleasing and soul full future.

I have medicinal herbs that I grow and turn into healing medicine.  I learned from an herbal medicine course and then I took it to the garden and learned from seeds to plants, season after season, made into teas and tinctures and capsules.   I love to help my loved ones to heal.  (Two legged and four legged alike.)

I have beautiful flowers and a few fruits and veggies here and there.  It is so hard to grow a beautiful, healthy garden that is completely organic!  But, I would rather pinch off aphids and get snails at night by flashlight then subject my garden, family, medicine and the earth with chemicals.

It is symbolic of my journey to become more and more pure in my spirit, as my garden has become my oasis year after year with my loving care.

Happy Gardening!  If you’re in the neighborhood, stop by for seeds or babies!

“…just a tender sense of my own inner process, that holds something of my connection with the Divine.” ~ Shelley