A photo of a Zen Garden. Raked gravel. This needs to be done each day. Raking the gravel.
There was a Time in my Life. A Bad Summer. People- friends had died suddenly- and I was drifting out to Sea without a paddle or a sail on my boat.
I walked. A couple miles each day. I gardened. My gardens never have looked as perfect again. I was alone most of the Time as husband was gone. Working...elsewhere. On the road. Earning money to pay the bills.
I guess it all could have been..pretty bad. But it wasn't. I gardened. I walked. I shoveled snow. I was younger then. And I learned I could live alone and be okay. Not a lesson that leads to a happy marriage going forward. Just saying......
This photo reminds me of that Time. I know a few friends out there will say it says "control" not "happiness"... but being in control of one's Life is a very powerful feeling. When it happens for the very first Time. I was happy being alone...not miserable.
My gardens weren't Zen but the feelings I got working in them and looking at them...were. My little old crab tree was seriously pruned during that Time period and...still looks very Zen. I never got to make moss gardens with rocks. But I had rocks. And moss was growing around them. It was enough.
Today...I have a list of things to do. I have already eaten two breakfasts. I need to turn on lights. It's almost noon here in Maine. And it's dark and feels colder than 55 degrees. Like a day of mourning.
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