Finding Flow in the Garden

Scattered days searching for flow in a fragmented world. Sensitive to the brokenness, for too long I responded by distracting myself with busy-ness.

This searching can feel tiring, lonely, a bit lost. It’s taxing to the body and unsettling to the soul.

Gardening is my balm, a healing ritual. The search for flow is fulfilled in this small act of interconnectedness.

I’ve found a new mid-day practice — playing in the garden at my kids’ urban school, hands in the dirt. A daily pause for breath, an opening in which to find the rhythms of the land.

Cultivating a children’s landscape is sacred work. Little hands join in, hearts fulfilled.

Robin Wall Kimmerer writes that “People can’t understand the world as a gift unless someone shows them how.”

Is my small daily act a gift to others? Time will show if meaning grows.

Moments in this place are a gift to me.