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Weeding of Heart and Soul

April 25, 2016


It’s been nearly a year and five months since my mom left this earth. I believe she’s still traveling because this morning at 3:00 a.m. I woke up to her scent and a hand on my shoulder. The hand was comforting and firm. I sat up in my bed and her voice told me to weed in the garden and in my head.


I love my house! It has been my happy spot for 22 years. My flower beds strewn with nasturtium seeds and zinnia seeds are my delight along with the foundation plants. Yesterday I attacked the weeds and this morning I did again. I gave away crocosmia and oakleaf hydrangae babies and realized once again that gardening is like meditation. Breathe in, breathe out and be grateful to remove the dastardly Florida Betany. And somewhere after an hour and a half I imagined the 50 coreopsis plants  that have found their way waving their yellow heads in happiness and the zinnias parading their robust petals will heal me. All will be well.


My mom was a Darwinian gardener later in life. She would plant a plant and water it and she would look at it and say just grow! So I weeded my one large bed and thought this. Prayers are like plants.

This is how the prayer goes and my response.

I am sorry

Please forgive me

I love you

Thank you,

I am sorry mom that I was so busy, I put my life in front of yours.

Forgive me for indulging on my life. And putting a dog first.

I love you forever and am doing forever by what you left.

Thank you for doing an incredible job. Mom! I get it right with dogs!




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