Gardening is much like cooking. It is a day by day process that brings me into gratitude for what we have. The result is a more frugal kitchen that gives me a peace that cannot be described. First thing this morning, I went out to pick some greens (Tyler says we are starting to eat like swampavores) and I could actually smell the greens in the the early morning sun. They have an incredibly delicate scent that also defies description or replication. I noticed a lady bug among the leaves, and I saw a much larger one yesterday. Yes, there are some hungry worms who are enjoying the garden as well, so I must keep a gentle eye out for them. I don't mind sharing, for truthfully the small garden is over planted, but I don't want them to dominate. They probably feel the same about me.
This simpler time of my life is proving to be surprisingly rich. I am grateful to serve SpiritCare, and I have deepening relationships with several small faith communities. On Sunday, I witnessed a couple holding hands as they both actively listened to the homily. I felt God's presence so deeply. During the prayers of the community, the young woman, a gifted musician, said, "I am so grateful for church. I don't know what I would do without it." She looked so peaceful as she gave thanks for what was going well. I know some of her struggles, but in that moment she was able to lay them down. I think I, too, am learning to lay at least some of my struggles down so I can actually enjoy what is going well.
As I look around, I think, "You know, it is rather nice." And I give thanks.