Monday, May 3, 2010

I love to garden....




I have well worn patches here and there on my palms; some from raking, some from weeding, some from tilling. One in particular every so often blisters up from a long day of playing in the herbs and flowers. One moment a callous is there, the next a raised and sore blister.....

If we were suddenly able to learn and do what we must here on this creative, chaotic, lovely physical plane without the pain or without the sweat, I imagine we wouldn't learn a thing. That callous I grew, it serves a dear role in allowing me to enjoy my labors. It took many moons of repetition, many days of achy sore muscles, many moments of love to create. And every once in a while, I need the reminder- a small lil blister, just to let me know I am still creating, and I best make a habit of it, or I may just have to start fresh....

And well sometimes, I find a new blister and not a reason under the sun for it....


2 comments:

  1. gardening is so therapeutic! these (hydrangea?) are beautiful and look very nurtured. :-)

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  2. Garden, while painful on the body, is healing to the soul. Glad I found your blog, Roland

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