The back yard is my favorite place on Earth. It is my gift from the divine and from myself. Digging the dirt and turning the compost and pulling weeds in the cold and the hot. And the rain pouring and the sun shining. Eating and enjoying all the snacks that I worked so hard to plant and nurture give me proud and peaceful joy. I like to wander out barefoot to pick greens each morning, feel the dew on my feet and the dirt between my toes. Sip my smoothie with fresh kale and spinach. Feel in harmony with the birds chirping and the warm yellow sun and the dewy blades of grass. The sunrise in the morning from the back porch swing melts my anxiety, and the dogs’ zoomies around the garden warm my heart. Sitting in the garden, exhausted from turning the soil and existing and overcoming, Jasper’s furry chest is very nice for burying my face mid-cry and his heartbeat is soothing and safe. Millie’s intense kissies remind me that nothing is too much or too hard. Her little nose boops remind me to stay present. They get a treat too, for their hard work. I like sharing strawberry tops with Jasper and the stems of snap peas with Millie. And running through the dandelions together. Millie likes to plow through the puffy white seeds, and I like to watch them float in the wind. She reminds me to be carefree. And Jasper reminds me that I am loved. I feel best when my toes are dirty and my fingernails are browned from the earth. I am nature, made up of the same material as the stars, with ancient water and wisdom, divine in my very essence.
(from the archives)
(from the archives)