10/22/2025
This year I've been trying to grow healthier habits. It has been an upward climb. Mental and physical health have been at the forefront. Things like giving my own body the same bounty of water I give to the plants. The simple yet painstaking act of cooking myself nutritious meals. Going to sleep at a reasonable hour. Resuming counseling. Cutting back on social media (posting, especially). I even made the difficult but necessary decision to put my primary business (and all consuming passion for the last ten years) up for sale.
Like the garden, I've grappled with natures challenges and obstacles. Some of it made me stronger. But some left marks. Marks that made my stems a little more crooked and my petals a little less pristine. Marks that changed who I am at my very roots...
And during all of this, the garden still grew. Still had sweet bird song on the breeze. Still had lively bumbles flitting between the beds before turning sleepy and dozing in the dahlias instead. Still surprised with unexpected and hidden treasures.
Still blossomed despite anything and everything that another season threw at it.
It remained one of the very best teachers.
And now its time for rest.
So today I tucked in the tulips and daffodils for their winter sleep. And as I did, I let myself bask in those warm (and fleeting) rays of sun. I let the ants crawl on me, and the lady bugs inspect me. I enjoyed the finches and their song, and I got dirt under my nails (and, let's face it, everywhere else).
I also completely undid all the good work my massage therapist did on me this morning. 😅 But thats how it goes. Growth, and healing, and life... are messy.
So we may as well dig in the dirt.
