Nature is cyclical. All seasons must end for a new one to begin. My grandfather’s passing has had this on my mind this week. Coming out to my deck for some quiet meditation brought me face to face with another example of a season ending. Summer is fading, and with it, my lettuce. I’ve tried to keep watering the plants and they keep fading. I’ve pruned and sill they fade. As some began to flower and go to seed, I realized it was time to let them go.
It’s hard to let things go that you’ve worked hard for. Whether it’s in the garden, or in our lives. Relationships that are one sided, jobs with no growth, whatever. We pour ourselves into these things and don’t want to admit when their season has ended.
I decided to make my meditation an active one and practice letting go of things whose time has come. I’ve always said there’s something therapeutic in the act of getting your hands into the dirt. Connecting with the roots of plants brings us closer to our own roots. And, so, I pulled the plants up, tossed them over the railing for the bunnies in the morning, and loosened the soil in the containers.
While I enjoy the wildness of nature and her ordered chaos of creation, I’m also a sucker for tidiness. After my lettuce purge, I sat back and admired the result. A collection of garden containers ready for a fresh start. What will go in them? Who knows? So many possibilities.
I’d like to think my grandfather is experiencing the same thing. So many possibilities and so much to experience in a whole new way. Unfettered by ailments and limitations. The end of a season, but the beginning of a brand new one.
Much love and light,
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