There is still snow on the ground. Mounds a few feet high in places. And its been raining and raining. Parts of garden beds are uncovered and snowdrops are blooming in those spaces and daffodils are pushing up through the soil. Life finds a way.
The snow has melted under the dormant trees in the forest. Life is moving within the trees preparing for tree buds and the bursting of leaves. The weather is anything but spring-like but the trees are still preparing for another season of growth.
Astronauts are heading to the moon now and can view this beautiful, living planet out the spaceship windows. That view has to change one. My little garden is but a speck on this planet but it is still a life-giving place for the many creatures that make my garden home. It is a place where birds can raise young and deer can leave a new fawn. A place where friends and family can take a deep breath of forest air and begin again.
Life is slow here in my forest garden. My body and mind are in the rhythm of this place and it is jolt to my system when we head to city with lights and noise and movement faster than the swaying of tree trunks. Living here I am slowing down and simplifying. I’m making things with my hands, reading books I hold in my hand, and eating locally-grown produce. Life is slow and quiet and meaningful.
Easter is tomorrow, a reminder that Life always finds a way. Living in this forest and tending my garden brings me in closer communion to Life and I thank God for that blessing,
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