Inside me, my soul was drenched.
Around me, even the desert grew green.
—Kabir, Perfume of the Desert:
Inspirations from Sufi Wisdom
I have spent most of my spare time in the last two weeks in the garden – clearing out and planting this year’s flowers. I am blessed to have an incredible canvas to work with in my backyard. In fact, the house sold itself when I walked into the back yard and saw beyond what already was to what would be!
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A two-tiered deck
… lots of green ground cover
… Trees, trees, trees
… a little pond with a pump to create a small waterfall
… a rose garden
Yes, the house certainly sold itself. The trees, decks, and pond provided a nice space to start with. The roses were beautiful, but there were no other flowers! Obviously, a space just waiting for my touch. A beautiful sea of green waiting to serve as the backdrop for flowers.
So, last year I planted on a small scale – watched the cycles of the sun and worked to learn the particulars of my space. This year I am more familiar with the space and am planting on a grander scale.
A feast for the senses.
What a space my garden is!
I walk out and immediately – my breathing slows. From my depths, an involuntary sigh arises releasing my tension.
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Calming me.
Cleansing me.
Grounding me.
Refreshing my spirit.
My shoulders relax and my burdens fall to the ground.
Time stops. I am re-connected fully with the present moment and present place.
Yes!
Oh most holy Father, I thank you most heartily for the gift of my garden and your abiding presence therein.
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