This soul's garden
It's holidays - time for gardening and relaxing and doing assessments...and enjoying the confluence.
Garden wise it's time to mulch - as I've pulled weeds from the beds the earth has turned to dust in my hands - so first it will require a good soaking - a cradling with nutritious mulch - and only then it can be left to the elements of the summer.
Like me really - I have found myself relaxed and ready to read the spirituality and leadership material for the (over)due essay - i feel the soaking of the watering wisdom (how did the soil dry out so badly?) but am also aware of the need for the mulch - the water maintaining parts of life that unlike the garden cannot be simply applied and then left..a mulch for the soul is much more like the practices which i have allowed to lapse...contemplation and silence...walking and direction...intimacy
how to weave these into the days ahead as we approach summer...to keep the precious moistness of the soul in this parching life - this is the challenge....would it be easier to find the rhythm if i stopped trying to combine quite so many roles? is this a call?
