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The Growing Season
Today we have a guest blog post from our friend Kbart ….
“I am not religious,” says my neighbor, as he hoes the rows between his beans and corn.
“Oh yes, you are,” I say to myself.
To plant a seed is an act of faith.
To collect compost is a response of gratitude to the creator.
To water, fertilize, and mulch the ground is an expression of religious responsibility.
To kneel down and pull weeds is prayer.
To harvest is to participate in the fullness and grace of the spirit.
To protect and replenish creation is to love God.“I am not religious,” says my neighbor.
Yes, you are, I say.From: Into the Wilderness: A Meditation Manual by Sara Moores Campbell. Boston, MA: Skinner House Books, Unitarian Universalist Association, 1990
I picked this book up in 1990 and the meditation above is by far one of my favorites. Given the season, we are already tasting the bursting flavors of fresh and locally grown greens, asparagus, strawberries, rhubarb, peas, and some herbs, such as the mints, oregano, and lemon balm. And there are so many more to look forward to!
Each week we try to get our weekly stash of locally grown from one of the many farmers’ markets we have in our area. I love being able to talk with and thank the growers of the bounty that is for sale. We are truly blessed each time a farmer is born, at whatever age that may be. And I taste all of their prayers in each bite of the fresh strawberry shortcake I enjoy. And I give thanks to all who had a “hand” in that creation of strawberry.
We are all gardeners in one way or another, be it through the planting of seeds or the planting of an idea. In either case, it is up to us to see the seed or idea through. Are you a “gardener” and if so, how does prayer find its way into your “strawberry?”
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interesting. writing is my gardening, and i pray every time i start to write. i usually have a plan, but i want to always be open to any message god intends and not just my own.
the meditation is, indeed, lovely, kbart. thanks.
♫ I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling
On my ear the Son of God discloses
And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known ♫
Not a gardener myself, yet, I do love and appreciate gardens and farms and the miracles that are always there when I take the time look and listen. I believe God wants us to share in the ever on going Creation.
For me the seeds are a piece of thread that becomes a piece of lace, a box of beads
that becomes a rosary, a canvas and a fresh palette that become a painting, and lately, an old dirty, rusty sewing machine and cabinet that, with a little work and
love, has revealed it’s true self. And I am happy that I have been blessed with these things.
Julia – I love what you wrote! And I have wondered about that sewing machine! You are a farmer my friend, and you take good care of the seeds that come your way! Through your care they become recreated and give new energy to all who touch them.