Love is a Verb!

When I began this planting, I started to notice love more present in my life. The beings in my garden were loving me, even the bees. Some times they would breeze past my ear, drag their legs across the back of my hand as I worked, or make their presence known in other ways. The ants did not overwhelm my garden, taking only what they could carry and focusing on one fruit at a time. I never needed to worry that they would ravage my garden. There was enough to go around, after all. My family would wander out into the morning or evening to see what I was up to, what fruit I was gathering, what herb I was dancing around. My cat would keep me company and watch curiously as I sat in the dirt pulling up the young sprouts of "weeds". Love really showed up in the actions of my friends and neighbors who kept my garden watered while I was away, and who took home some of the fruit so their purpose could be fulfilled....i.e. eaten!

What I learned from this season of growing is that it takes love to grow a garden. Gardens are not always simply tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants. There are gardens everywhere we turn. The most impressive gardens to our eyes are usually well-tended, having a variety of colors, types of flowers and fruits, and no weeds in sight. But gardens are not always so perfect, and need not be. The point is to touch the Earth, plant a seed, grow a plant, give birth to life that sustains you.

During my planting and harvesting, I found myself being planted and harvested. A gardener, of sorts, found a fruiting flower blooming in me, and started to tend me as if I were a part of his garden. He watered me, pulled up the weeds that had begun to grow around and within me, and provided plenty of extra light for me to grow in. Not recognizing at first that this one who came to me was a master at the art of cultivation, I was caught by surprise by the love I felt as my soil was gently turned and fertilized. As Mother Earth, Gaia, must feel when her loved ones sit at her feet, touch her heart, and plant seeds of life within her, I, too, feel precious and considered and important and loved. As this gardner returns to his garden to tend to my petals he brings sunlight and love. My blossoms reach up, like the blossoms of any flower seeking nourishment, to touch his heart, feel his loving hands, and kiss his sweet face for bringing me to life once again, for reminding me that I am a flower bearing fruit. Ah Grace. I am joyous to be in his garden and for him to be the one who tends to me.

Each of us tends a garden where living beings await our care. I speak in metaphors about the acts of love one person brings to another. I speak of a love that can only come about when we pay attention to the love we send out with sincerity. This love returns, this love circles around and seeks its origins and always bring new love with it. In planting my garden, I awakened the heart of the Earth within me. That awakening sent energetic messages to all the minute beings that took my messages, like bees take pollen, out into the ethers finding a caretaker for me, for my heart. Love is in the action of loving. There is magick growing around me, in me, through me. There is evidence that Love, in all its beauty, is best adorned in the acts performed in the little moments. A shared glance. Recognizing spirit. Accepting the giving of wisdom. Allowing a touch. Knowing you need. Giving what you have. Love is a verb. My garden and my gardener are that verb for me. Peace.