August 27, 2010

through feeding her family, she feeds herself

community hand, originally uploaded by AnnieLaurel.

Today I was with a dear friend, visiting her family plot at the Black Mountain Community Garden. With three little ones in tow, amidst the overflowing vines of cherry tomatoes, the seedlings of beets and impending potatoes, and shadowed by the spent stalks of gigantic sunflowers, she conveyed to me how this garden has morphed into a sanctuary for her this summer.

arriving distracted and disheveled, it ushers her into presence
arriving on days with lingering illness, it helps to restore her
arriving uncertain of her skills, it's community offers answers
arriving spent, she departs full

in this garden lies her own seeds of restoration and connection. I am so proud of what she is cultivating there, way beyond just what's for dinner tonight, though that in itself is worth the effort.


  1. It is that simple and yet we forget to touch our soil again and again. Its gifts are unending because it is life and life and more life.

  2. Ahhh - really love your words here and revisiting them after all this time - so much has changed yet so much has stayed the same. The earth and its bounty and beauty indeed make us whole again and again and again.