Gunilla Norris lives in Mystic, Connecticut, where she works as a writer, meditation teacher, and psychotherapist in private practice. This piece is excerpted from her book A Mystic Garden: Working With Soil, Attending To Soul.
SEED QUESTIONS FOR REFLECTION: What do you understand by the garden being a place of commitment and neglect, of arrogance and humility? Can you share a personal story of a time when you felt aware of your gardener role? What spaces serve as your garden where you till your inner soil?
I think of my mind as my garden & like all gardens, we need to remove the overgrowth of weeds to allow our blooms.
Parenting is equivalent to gardening. Nurturing and guiding my offspring through childhood to adolescent brought experiences of arrogance in the sense that I was capable of raising well adjusted and capable and caring adults. Humility set in as they faced the challenges of adulthood--- careers , relationships, health and their own parenting roles.
Working with the soil provides the therapeutic benefit equivalent to contemplating the personal experiences and the larger collective global paradigm shifts.
The silence of the dark moist soil with its life giving nutrients, invisible to the human eye is quite enough to feel the spiritual in the density of the earth.
A Garden just like Life goes through growth and dormancy. In life at times we may fully commit to a person, a job, a task, meditation, exercise, a certain place and then many of us enter an ebb times in one or more of those areas. We vaccilate between arrogance & humility in our thoughts or actions. I am deeply aware of my gardener role both in professional life as a Cause Focused Storyteller and personal life as someone seeking to always be mindful of being compassionate and sharing love and kindness. What we plant, we sow. And the seeds we plant may seem so small, but who knows what my sprout and grow, so long as we take the time to plant the seeds and nurture their growth. Story, sharing conversation, listening deeply, being open to everyone, sharing understanding serve as the garden of inner soul. Thank you for a great post! Hugs from my heart to yours.
Extending this beautiful metaphor, the edge for me is in dealing with weeds and with the trimming of bushes....who am I to decide what is weed and what is not? Who am I to decide when does a bush need trimming and when it does not?
And if I suspend that decision and enter into inertia, my garden will become wilderness, or it may degenerate....
So what does mindful, natural and yet active 'intervention' look like in this garden space? Is it just watching what grows? Is it spontaneously trimming, trying to listen to what the plant really calls for?
What do I do with the weeds? That one gets to me! Do I welcome the weeds or fight them away? Or do I just sit with them, engage with them and understand why they are here? Why do I choose to label them as 'weeds' and privilege the plants?
Can I just let the garden be? Totally and completely just BE?