Yesterday, I got a package in the mail from a friend I met through this blog. We’ve chatted a few times in person and now I put a face and voice to the comments she leaves on my blog posts. There are literally hundreds of connections that have been made through this space. Spilling words and stories for the last 4 years, I’ve made some heart-deep friendships. In some ways it seems like I’ve done this forever and in other ways, I’d have thought I’d know more, been further, had my book written, …
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Hope Planted
My mother is a gardener. She grows dreams from tiny seeds. Plants hope in small furrows of soil as black as coffee grounds. Each time she drops one into the ground her hands wave the soil gently over them like she’s tucking them in for the night under the midnight earth. Sometimes her face gets dreamy when she looks out at the poppies’ dancing faces waving to her in the breeze, and I think this must be her lullaby. A place to rest. The ground has taught her patience during the times when …
When You Water a Garden
Sometimes I need the pause that comes from having to water the garden. We have no fancy drip system or sprinklers since we're just renting. Soon we'll move and dig up these plants and take them with us. Maybe in our new home we'll have a more efficient way of keeping them alive but for today I'm slave to the long snaking hose, hot from the sun. My mom usually waters. But she's on vacation and has entrusted me to keep her plants alive. We're co-owners of this garden. But she's the boss, the one …
