Posted by: Karen (Betty Bear) | April 8, 2013

Trampled dirt

So there is my (former) flower garden on either side of the paving stones, looking not very different at all from the stones. It has been trampled and driven on by trucks and equipment, men with boots and more equipment. It is littered with dried bits of dead plants and rocks. It is hard and dry and lifeless.

There are times in all of our lives when we feel like this, battered and trampled and lifeless. We feel very much that we are in fact clay, heavy and inert, incapable of doing much of anything at all. It may be illness or depression or it may just be the unceasing demands of our lives draining us of energy.

We are like my (former) (future) garden. If given no help, no nurture, nothing much will grow beyond weeds. It is possible that a lovely weed may eventually root, that something beautiful will grow, but more than likely it will be dandelions and crabgrass. This is an extended metaphor to say that we all need care and tending to grow beautiful in whatever way we were intended to grow beautiful. Do not think that you have to do it all on your own. Find what fertilizes you. Find the seeds you want to see growing in your soul and plant them. Ask for others to help nurture and encourage you. Bloom.

And then sometimes, even without the nurture and fertilizer and seeds and help, sometimes something unexpected and lovely pops up out of the most unlikely looking soil. This is what happened in my poor battered, trampled (former) (future) garden:IMG_1037 Two hyacinths survived and are coming up.

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  1. Yay for the hyacinths! Amazing what can withstand against the truck wheels and work boots of life and still bloom! Very nice extended metaphor, by the way. 🙂 I hope you are blooming.

    • Definitely doing better than I was, which is good. I hope you’re getting happily settled in?

  2. Great great comparison, Karen!

  3. love this. I was thinking about a somewhat similar post this morning, maybe this will be the stimulus I need to sit down and actually write it.

    • Obviously you wrote something because it just popped into my in box! Off to read yours . . .

  4. Excellent post. I love the metaphor. Love that those hyacinths were determined to survive, against all odds. And look how bright and green they are. Yay! hyacinths!

  5. Love this post, love the metaphor!

  6. And they will be sooo beautiful!

  7. This is such a beautiful post, just as your (former) (future) garden will be beautiful (again) too!
    Julie
    (who finally has no congestion in her head and can now smell the spring blossoms)


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