I remember today that when I packed up my house and gardens in Pennsylvania there was a last day when Mom helped me clean the basement to the point that I wondered why I had never done that for myself while I lived there ... My backyard, too, had at that Spring never looked more perfect, after raising the entire thing and building it up from scratch. The number of ways it was a family effort for me to restore that house and learn how to garden, yikes no wonder if was painful for all of us to watch me go ... There was this moment when Mom and I stopped in front of the house after having locked the door for the last time, when Mom stopped me and held my arms, and said very solemnly, "I hope that someday wherever you are, you will be able to have a garden again ..."
What absolutely blows me away about this idea that what we believe and think is the piece that will come true ... Does.
I was raised to believe that God has a plan for us. Someday I have to write about how I can be with my heritage and these strange new Eastern thinkings combined ... But I still believe that God has a plan. But there's also a piece in the Bible that says God helps those who help themselves. There are so many overlaps of understanding ...
It's not that the minute we WANT something we get it, and it's not that God is pulling strings on us and arranging our lives ... We DO have to know ourselves and the question is how deep are we going to go with that ... And then the belief of the things that we want have to show up as Values, what we are for .... So if people around us contribute to our heart's desires ... It's just more support, more homework towards the dreams ....
G and I came home after T and found our garden alive and well. Today I have that garden that Mom wished for me.... And I have so much more. More than I could have ever imagined ....
My world feels whole and smooth and round and complete and beautiful ...
And with this, I'm off to visit my East Coast family and friends for the first time in four years .... With so much love in my heart ...
