Rocks, Glass & Grubs

Today's writing brings us into the garden, and the connection to earth and spirit that I feel when I am outside working. My gardens are also a place for me to process whatever is going on in my life at the time and digging seems to provide the space for answers. D~

With these hands,

I dig,

deeper

and deeper

into the earth.

Trying to unearth the answers

that lie within me - (surely they are here).

Along the way I find rocks, glass, grubs

and a rotting bulb, buried too deep to ever bloom.

I am that rotting bulb,

buried too deep,

to ever bloom.

Rocks, Glass and Grubs.

Hard, Sharp and Alive.

I continue digging 12 inches wide and 12 inches deep,

soil cool and crumbly, smells so clean here.

How much more is there to this unearthing process?

How much deeper will I have to dig, until I find the answers?

Placing my feet into the hole, then burying them in the soil,

I stand upright and feel the connection to the earth.

Not just to the earth, but to you, and even if it is for

a moment, it’s as if we are one.

Where are my answers? - (I ask aloud)

My heart holds the answers - (was that you?).

And you,

hold me,

steady and sure,

with an unwavering love,

and faith in me.

Deana Downs 2016~