I opened a familiar book just now, and had to laugh.
There is a page on “January Thaw”!
Gives me hope with still another week of January 2011 ahead.
In this book I found a conversation on gardens;
something to dream about, at least:
“My garden is a place of commitment and neglect, of arrogance
and humility. It is a place of taking stock and of deep silence —
a place of contemplation. And so for me over time it has
become a place of grace.
I experience as the particular human being I am. I have no
choice about that, but I trust that I am more like other people
than not, and that what I find working the soil might also be
what others find working theirs. I want to trust that with reverence
for place and awareness of my foibles, I can grow to be more
present and a better steward of my small corner of earth.”
…and on another page, the voice within said,
“Any love that has been experienced
is not lost.
It returns to Love itself.
How full of invisible life
is the garden you’ve been given.
At this very moment,
you are in company with everything.
Trust does not need visible signs.”
……………GUNILLA NORRIS, from her book,
A Mystic Garden, Working with Soil, Attending with Soul.
with love …