Posted by: Jan on May 7, 2008
Categories: Mind/Body/Spirit // Comments Off on Bury Your Grief in a Garden
It’s been five years since my companion died. Five years since I last planted a vegetable garden. Two years ago I sold the house we built, the organic vegetable gardens and the natural landscaping we created. We were going to live there the rest of our days.
I’ve been moving around in rental units, downsizing and starting over. Last year I put a few pots of flowers out on my patio. This year I feel like it’s time to do some serious growing again. My plans include putting the flowers in hanging containers. Peas, beans, and tomatoes are moving into the big terra cotta pots.
I’ve got gardening in my genetic code! Some place in my DNA it says “must play in dirt!” Both my mom and dad grew up on rural Wisconsin farms, as did their parents. My maternal grandmother had twelve children. Five of her sons served in World War II at the same time. She often said she buried her sorrows out in the garden. It was the place of her healing.
Now I know why I’m buying bags of organic potting soil. Something inside of me knows that it’s time for me to play in the dirt!
Janice M. Puta
Author of Pathways: Tales for the Spiritual Seeker
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