It’s simple, yet profound. I garden because there is no “perfect” in gardening. It’s virtually impossible to truly mess things up. Gardening is something where no two people see the same thing. This also means that you could see flaws and someone else sees pure beauty. There is no way to define a “perfect” garden, and that is refreshing. I often find, in other aspects of my life, a need to strive for perfection. The yearning that I want to be the best at everything I do. Then there is gardening. It’s a breath of fresh air. I can’t mess this up, and even if I do, nobody cares, nobody notices, the plants still grow, there is still natural beauty in my backyard, and life goes on.
Gardening also allows for creative thought patterns. It makes me question what I think is aesthetically appealing, while also considering the needs and wants of the plant in question. It allows my brain to visualize what will happen if I cut this down? Or let this grow wild? Why not experiment and try both options? This allows for critical thinking in a low risk environment.
Lastly and most importantly, gardening serves as my moving meditation. When I am working in the garden, my hands are busy and my mind is occupied. This is an activity in which I become fully immersed. All the chatter and worries from the day seems to dissipate as my focus goes solely on the plant material in front of me. I find myself transformed into a bubble where all that exists is me and the garden. Weird, I know, but think about the definition and intention of meditation: to focus on the ‘here and now,’ to let go of all else that has occurred in your day. That is the garden. That is my place of peace.
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