A part of designing a life worth living is creating a nourishing environment for the soul. Gardening does this for me. There is something meditative about putting my hands in the soil, touching the leaves, branches, and roots, and watching a plant grow. I also noticed that, if I pay attention close enough, nature teaches me so much about survival and resilience.
I took this past week off, and I spent the majority of the time in my garden. Finally, it is cleaner than it usually is, and I have started to create a garden of my own. I refrain to say “the garden of my dreams” because it is this thought that froze me into doing nothing. For the past 2 years since I have moved into my home, I have waited. Even though I purchased several seeds and trees as well as other supplies, I kept waiting to plan out the “perfect garden.” Doing this prevented me from truly living with and growing into my garden, and it made this dream even more distant, that I soon forgot why I gardened in the first place.
Now, I am gardening with the mindset that small efforts often is better than large efforts sometimes. I want to build this garden piece by piece. I want to fail and course-correct. I want to spend more time with my garden and to listen patiently to its wants and needs. Like I am in relationship with my garden.
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