I know this sounds a little woo-woo to some of you, but it was a wonderfully insightful reading that helped me quite a bit at the time. My grandfather's words have always stayed with me. This week has been a particularly hellish week. My brother is dead and I seem to be putting out little fires every time I turn a corner.
In an effort to stay sane and grounded, I've been working in my garden. I take my shoes off and feel the earth support my body. I tend to little plants and listen to little animals. I create my own nourishment. I weed. I harvest. I breathe. And I let the tears come.
The photos above were taken by me in my garden.
3 comments:
It's a good place to hold the wolves at bay. I wish I was there to help you through this.
And you write, sharing nourishment with us. Thank you. Keeping you and your family in my thoughts.
Oh honey, I am so sorry.
I too find gardening to be soothing. You concentrate on what you are doing , with your hands and smelling the earth and hearing the sounds of nature all around you .. it is all comforting.
I also find it comforting to see my loved one, when he was in that garden and how happy he was and how much he enjoyed being there .. it is a small comfort but we take them whenever we find them :)
much love
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