I have never been much of an outdoors, nature, and down in the dirt digging, and Mother Earth kind of girl. I think the main reason for this is because I grew up with physical limitations that often placed me in the sidelines wishing, wanting, and wondering rather than out there to actually do, active, and engaged in the game and glory and beauty of Mother Nature. When I got my hip replacement in 2013 AND after about a year and more of recovering to learn to walk again and undo what I had been compensating and doing ‘wrong’ just about 30 years of my life, my whole world and life changed for the absolute better. I never thought I would reach a point of saying: “Why didn’t I get that hip replacement sooner??” But, I did reach that point. And, I remember my starting point was when I was outside down in the dirt in the vicinity of my outdoor patio to try to figure out and plant perennials, sunflower seeds, and tomatoes and cucumbers. There is something so soothing, comforting, and relaxing with knees bent being down in the dirt to drop little seeds with hope and faith that they will blossom and bloom. Dare I say that it is almost being in a prayer pose and just having faith that what you plant will actually grow and work out to something better and more beautiful than you ever could have imagined.
I am sad to say that I was always very good at starting my potted plants, but I was absentminded and careless with the upkeep and maintenance. I remember cucumbers, sunflowers, and tomatoes starting to grow and then I would forget to water and they would droop sadly to their eventually demise and death. Disappointed and dismayed with myself, I let go of the possibility that I could actually grow anything.
Then, I befriended a woman who I saw as a garden guru. She showed me her fresh blueberries, raspberries, lettuce, tomatoes, and array of colorful flowers outside and her potted rich green plants inside that she watered and positioned to face the sun streaming through her impeccably clean and clear windows. This friend also introduced me to weeds. Gosh almighty, she HATED weeds. She was fixated on weeds to the point of plucking them out whenever she would see them and not just purposefully on her own property. When she saw them, she would announce: “There’s another one! Take it out!” Then, her soil-encrusted hands would reach down to that weed and off it went. Recently, I heard this friend’s voice again how horrible weeds are when I was in my sister’s community garden that was embedded with fat zucchini and plump cucumbers. As soon as we walked into the gated community garden, my sister gave me garden gloves and a hoe with specific instructions: “Remove all the weeds!” So, there I was down in the dirt thinking how far I had come since 2013 to actually have the beating and blazing sun in my back as I yanked out weeds. I soon got to huffing and puffing with drips of sweat running down my face wondering why I was subjecting myself to such work on a Saturday morning when my sister asked gleefully: “Isn’t this therapeutic? Are you having fun??”
I did not answer because I was ready to pass out from the heat and asked pitifully: “So, like, when are we eating again?”
My sister’s response was: “Just think of all these weeds as the people who come in uninvited and unwanted and you have the power to remove them. Just like that.” Write your post here.