Gardening is replete with metaphors for living well. With the help of a May Sarton poem, Parker Palmer builds on a less-obvious metaphor.
Mysteries of an expanding universe and other ties to what makes a life worth living.
Gandhi once said, “To forget how to dig the earth and tend the soil is to forget ourselves.” And, gardening, our author says, can be a precise mirror for the soul. A story of friendship, vigil, and tending and depending upon the Earth from the bucolic fields of the Italian countryside.
It’s fall and things are dying. What least productive practices and mindsets are you working on shedding?
"I think gardening is nearer to godliness than theology. True gardeners are both iconographers and theologians insofar as these activities are the fruit of prayer 'without ceasing.'"
An Orthodox theologian sees crosses in the bloom of a bloodroot.
The farm and now heritage center of Byron Herbert Reece, who lived and wrote in the Choestoe area of Union County, Georgia. (photo: UGArdener/Flickr, CC by-NC 2.0).
It’s about as simple as poems come:
Easter is on the field:
With bloom their tomb unsealed
To April air.
New as the dew shake cold,
Beside their anxious dams:
Easter is on the fold.
A guest contributor shares his reflections about reconnecting to the earth in an urban environment.