The Sanctuary of Living Space
It was beautifully overcast yesterday. A little rain in June. Our garden is starting bloom. Many of these plants began as seeds that we started in February. It is very exciting to watch them mature as I remember the day they each first poked through the dirt. Then, when they were big enough, lovingly transplanted into containers, and finally when Spring arrived, we put them in the ground.
The space is innocent. It is what we cultivate within it that defines our experience. This space was neglected when we arrived. Weeds and chaos. Dead zone. Each year, we build a little here, plant a little there, and the space transforms. A rebirth. And we come alive.