Tuesday, March 16, 2010

His Own

Do you remember when Mary finally found the way in to the secret garden? She wandered in amazement for a while, then, almost immediately went to work. She knew nothing about gardening, but when she saw the little green pokes pushing their way up, she instinctively knew they needed tending. She kneeled down and pulled away the dead leaves, overgrown grass and fallen twigs. She smoothed the black dirt around the persistent plants. Recognizing her lack of understanding, she went to Dicken who helped her and gave her information. It was in that garden that her soul was healed--a perfect example of the healing power of nurturing the soil.
It was a beautiful day yesterday. It was not the first beautiful spring day this year, but it was the first one that allowed me to play in my dirt. I clipped, raked, pulled and cleaned. The children helped some, played some. (It was all play for me.) They raced on wheels, played tag and made a fort out of the recycling can. We breathed deep the smell of wet, warming earth.

And I couldn't help but think that it wasn't the soil that healed Mary, but the Creator. She was doing the work that mankind was assigned in the Garden of Eden: tend and keep.

This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's
world: I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.


  1. I love working the earth. I had my first day outside last Saturday. It was my gift to myself for my birthday.