I wanted the title of this post to be more cute than it is, but couldn’t get it right. This post, my last for this blog, may be more blunt than the others. Or, maybe not. 😏
Cultivating mindfulness in cultivating gardens seems to have run its course with me. I went from yearning for the earthy wisdom found through organic gardening in 2014, to gleaning that wisdom, to forgetting and needing that gardening wisdom in my life again in 2015, to starting to get it back in my life by volunteering in local community gardens in 2016, to expanding in that wisdom cultivation through herbalism and aromatherapy in 2017, to finally better aligning my passions and career path with a job in community-centric urban agriculture in 2018 and the first half of this year. Well, all of this growing healthy food, feeding people around me & myself, composting, soil prepping, planting, watering, fertilizing, pruning, weeding, harvesting, collaborating with fellow growers, farmers’ market patrons, farm volunteers, members of the press, and garden-related data collection and event planning has taught me one big overarching thing of all the smaller lessons learned along the way: once you’ve lived your greatest dreams, it’s OK to wake up. Take a shower. Brush your teeth. And go forth into uncharted territory confidently lost.
Having put my all into community gardening over the last 5 years has really shown me what I am capable of. I went from surviving a Vermont winter (-45 degrees! Farenheit & Celsius are actually the same at that point)
to helping collect a swarm of honeybees–two things I never imagined I’d do just a decade earlier.
The mindfulness gardening helped me cultivate also enabled me to expand the boundaries of my abilities to responsibly, respectfully and compassionately work with fellow human beings who often aren’t as honest & straightforward as plants and bees. 😛
I discovered how productive I could be, despite having very little to almost no support in some instances, being angry at or frustrated with colleagues & supervisors, or having to do work that mostly served to appease grantors (and not actually help feed people good food) on top of my actual job. I never would’ve thought I’d be able to handle all of that ten years ago either. I thought I would’ve gotten myself fired or arrested by now for sure!😜
As you may have picked out from my 2015 posts, office jobs aren’t really my cup of tea.😁
Instead, somewhat similarly to how my 2015 office job ended, I left my urban ag position feeling emancipated and on the organization’s terms. No love lost.
Really, more love found. I finally have the life I always wanted: my own home, amazing friendships, fulfilling work that also pays my bills, and the freedom to focus more on my spiritual path and basically do/be whatever I want, along with the wisdom to let it go and be grateful should I lose it all.😏😎 All I had to do was give up everything and follow my heart into a garden.
Endless thanks to everyone who’s read any posts on this blog, everyone who comments, everyone featured in its photos or who took the photos, and of course all the magnanimous donors who made my organic gardening apprenticeship (and this blog) possible. 🙏🏽 You raised a human being into a true friend.💚