I didn’t have a particularly good afternoon. I will not elaborate on the details but let it suffice that most of the afternoon I felt very low. If my mood were palpable, it would be like mud-dark, sticky and awful.
Given the theme of this blog, it shouldn’t surprise you that these days I am looking at life’s circumstances through the eyes of a gardener, and it doesn’t take a great leap of imagination to see the metaphor inherent in mud.
If mud is made of water and nutrient-laden earth, if in its darkness seeds find a home, if young life springs from it after a sufficient time of barrenness, then my mood of the afternoon should bring forth some greenness. In the darkness of my spirit, hope germinates. No bad time last forever-all becomes well in time.
So, after pondering this metaphor all afternoon, you can imagine my delight when I got home and found that the seeds of my tiny kitchen herb garden have germinated.
Lori G (c) 2007
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Hope can take root in the most unlikely of places.
Comment by Anita Marie August 31, 2007 @ 3:29 amamm
Mud, on the other hand, if true clay makes such a wonderful place to play in when you are a kid and so much beauty when grownups, like the ancient potters of Staffordshire, stole a bit from the roads making lovely cups and pot holes for coaches. fran
Comment by Fran August 31, 2007 @ 3:32 amThis cycle of nature is beautiful. It’s worth looking at. Fran, I loved playing around in mud as a child as well. I think we made all kinds of delicious “meals” for my Mum, Dad and grandmother they pretended were real. Amazing what goes on in a child’s imagination.
Comment by imogen88 August 31, 2007 @ 7:02 amin praise of mud by the British comedy singing duo, Flanders & Swan:
Comment by Traveller August 31, 2007 @ 8:47 amMud, mud, glorious mud,
nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
So come with me, come with me
down to the hollow
and there let us wallow
in glorious mud!
Oh Lori yes days can be so damnably hard, but isn’t it wonderful when you can be surprised by joy? And you are so open to the magic in life that gratefulness really is your second name. I shall hold you in my heart all day!
Comment by soulsister August 31, 2007 @ 9:06 amYour brave little seeds knew that the best thing they could do was pop up and surprise you. It’s wonderful how often things like this happen after rough days and suddenly things seem not so dreadful anymore. And it’s funny how our perception of mud changes as we become adults. For me, it’s something that makes pawprints on the carpet - yet, like the others, I used to love to play in it.
Comment by shewolfy728 August 31, 2007 @ 1:47 pmOoh, those brave little seedlings…so full of life and promise.
Comment by Vi August 31, 2007 @ 2:33 pmYay! Go Seeds!
Comment by marimann August 31, 2007 @ 4:25 pmThere is nothing quite so heartening as knowing that the seeds have taken and are growing. After years of drought we had some heavy rain over an extended period and it was a joy to see mud again.
Comment by Heather Blakey August 31, 2007 @ 11:15 pmAlways a glorious surprise, sprouting seeds.
Comment by Kitty October 17, 2007 @ 8:39 amThis is an amazing blog, I can’t believe I haven’t been here.
Shame on me.
Welcome to the Garden, Kitty and thanks for stopping by.
Comment by lorigloyd October 17, 2007 @ 12:32 pmSo profound!! I’ve been poking around in your blog since you stopped by over at my new (and rather bare, unfurnished) blog, just to say hello, but really I’m amazed at all your wisdom and beautiful photography.
Comment by Terry July 13, 2008 @ 3:50 am