photo credit: TedActive
There’s a picture of me as a kid holding up either two giant cucumbers or two giant zucchinis from the garden. I had on glasses and was smiling like a goof- a happy goof but goof nonetheless.
I don’t remember watching my mom plant the garden but she was always able to grow whatever she planted. Today my parents house in MA is surrounded by flowers planted by her hands. It’s really something, gardening. You make a hole drop in seeds (which may as well be wishes as far as I’m concerned), add water, love, care and then…wait.
I mean c’mon- it’s yoga! Right? Essentially a gardener is looking to unite seeds with earth and air to create something new, actually, I think something whole.
Yeah, that sounds right.
The summer of 2014 will be the year that I try to garden. It was two years ago that I decided unearth my life. It seems only fitting that I starting to give something back. Life before was compartmentalized and fractured. I didn’t want the ends of things touching. But when things don’t connect there are no roots. As a result I wasn’t grounded.
Life now is decidedly messier but more fulfilling. My friend Daba was kind enough to let me share her plot at our local community garden. Today we went to weed the plot and turnover the soil. I’ll be doing research, i.e. calling my mother because I’m hoping to grow some tomatoes and zucchini. With some breathing, weeding, watering, and a little help from earth you may catch me holding up two zucchinis grinning from ear-to-ear. Life, like yoga comes full circle.
This is yoga. Growing.
Namaste y’all.
