Gardening has for a long time been a spiritual exercise for me, and today was no different. Removing the rubble of seasons past, I discovered plants taking shape below that I was not aware of before. There was apparently, a lot going on just below what I could see. Maybe it’s true of people too – something beautiful growing deep within, beyond what I see… Also I was struck with the notion that for the garden, a one-time clean up won't do it. Over the course of spring and summer I will need to tend my garden, perhaps feeding it, certainly weeding it to keep it free of intrusion of unwanted elements. And at the end of the season and beyond, it will need to be cleaned again. It strikes me that it is the same with God and me. There is no one-time fix to make me a better person – more patient, more compassionate or less judgmental. It is an on-going process. I may make improvements in my way of being in the world one season, and then in the next, there may be some other intrusion of the world's ways into my life that needs to be weeded out.
Gardening is good for my soul on several levels. I enjoy reaching into the plants, the dirt, being in touch with that which sustains us physically. And I enjoy reaching into the spirit messages that come my way when my hands are dirty.