Gardening has become deeply integrated into my experience of living a healed and healing life. It is not that I think anybody has to garden in order to get close to God, or to eat healthy, or foster sustainability. And I absolutely don’t believe that a diligent and sustained practice of A Course in Miracles means gardening (or canning or freezing or jamming and so forth). On the other hand, we take our joy and our meaning where we can, and share it as best we’re able. There’s a lot of peace and grace to be found here.
It’s time-consuming to be sure: Chrisoula spent several hours this morning mulching potatoes, cabbage, cauliflower and onions. It’s hot and grubby – and if you’re averse to the sorts of critters that call moldy hay home – disgusting. On the other hand, fresh potatoes are amazing. And the cabbage yields up many quarts of sauerkraut that last most of the winter.
Gardening has also become – for us – a communal endeavor. We work with two other families to create a garden that is larger than what any one family could manage on their own. Many hands do indeed make light work – or lighter work, anyway. And it’s good to build community: share a vision, settle differences. Between here and Heaven – on the way from one to the next – I am grateful for the bounty of summer.