Another year, another season in the garden.
As my life changes drastically from year to year it is calming to see the consistency and the routine of the garden.
It seems to keep me centered.
Everything around me, and myself included, may change
But I find the garden exactly the same each time I plunge my fingers into that dark soft soil.
Here on out the garden is where You will find me every Saturday morning if I'm not exploring outside of Columbus. It is my favorite way to end a week and start a day.
The calming slow pace of the garden. The noise and sounds of the city around me.
The sweat bearing work of pulling weeds and working a shovel. I love it all. Something very beautiful about joining my ancestors in this most ancient of tasks, gardening.
My dad told me my grandpa would have loved to see my garden. He loved to garden when he was younger. I never knew that about my grandpa and I will never get to talk to him about it. Maybe that is where I get it from, and he from his grandpa and so on.
I have to take breaks when I work the ground alone. I am overcome by the beauty of both the plants and the work.
God I can't express in words how much I truly enjoy and love that plot of land. Just thinking about it now makes my eyes water. I hope to always have a piece of land to garden until I return to soil one day.
Seems like the older I get the more people around me value
address
clothes
cars
when we were younger we valued spending time together. We valued adventure and fun. We planned our lives around where our friends were, or what could help us have the most fun and the most time to be together.
The closer I get to thirty the more I see my friends need to live alone, they need to "grow up" but if that is what it means to "grow up" in American culture then I don't want to.
To grow up is to become isolated, independent, self sufficient.
I don't want that.
I want community, generosity, and shared experience.
But what do I do when everyone around me is going a different way?
What do I do when all my friends seem to value and chase different paths?
How do I hold us together?
How do I feel understood when they have different lens?
I've been a 20 something for such a long time now I didn't realize how much of my identity had been tied up in that age bracket. How do I live as a 30 something? What does that look like? Ready or not it is coming. How interesting that is.
Is it still okay if I want to explore cities and nature? Is it still okay if I want to laugh and have fun over being serious and "grown up?"
People will tell you, this is your life and you should live it the way you want. Be yourself. But there is another side to that coin. Community and friendship is important to me. What if my friends don't want to live like I do?
Is it better to live the way I want and be isolated and misunderstood
or is it better to bend to culture and stay with friends?
This stuff is so interesting. Once you turn 18 you think you have adulthood figured out but now I see how much more there is to it. Imagine closing in on 40...
But the garden is always constant.
I find rest in that.
The world around me is always changing and I am too.
...but the garden is there.
and it is where I will be.
Glen Hansard - Leave
"I can't wait forever", is all that you said
Before you stood up
But you won't disappoint me, I can do that myself
But I'm glad that you've come
Now if you don't mind leave, leave
And free yourself at the same time leave, leave
I don't understand, you've already gone
I hope you feel better, now that it's out
What took you so long?
And the truth has a habit of falling out of your mouth
Well, now that it has come
If you don't mind leave, leave
And please yourself at the same time leave, leave
Let go of my hand
You said what you came to now leave, leave
As my life changes drastically from year to year it is calming to see the consistency and the routine of the garden.
Everything around me, and myself included, may change
But I find the garden exactly the same each time I plunge my fingers into that dark soft soil.
Here on out the garden is where You will find me every Saturday morning if I'm not exploring outside of Columbus. It is my favorite way to end a week and start a day.
The calming slow pace of the garden. The noise and sounds of the city around me.
The sweat bearing work of pulling weeds and working a shovel. I love it all. Something very beautiful about joining my ancestors in this most ancient of tasks, gardening.
My dad told me my grandpa would have loved to see my garden. He loved to garden when he was younger. I never knew that about my grandpa and I will never get to talk to him about it. Maybe that is where I get it from, and he from his grandpa and so on.
I have to take breaks when I work the ground alone. I am overcome by the beauty of both the plants and the work.
God I can't express in words how much I truly enjoy and love that plot of land. Just thinking about it now makes my eyes water. I hope to always have a piece of land to garden until I return to soil one day.
Seems like the older I get the more people around me value
address
clothes
cars
when we were younger we valued spending time together. We valued adventure and fun. We planned our lives around where our friends were, or what could help us have the most fun and the most time to be together.
The closer I get to thirty the more I see my friends need to live alone, they need to "grow up" but if that is what it means to "grow up" in American culture then I don't want to.
To grow up is to become isolated, independent, self sufficient.
I don't want that.
I want community, generosity, and shared experience.
But what do I do when everyone around me is going a different way?
What do I do when all my friends seem to value and chase different paths?
How do I hold us together?
How do I feel understood when they have different lens?
I've been a 20 something for such a long time now I didn't realize how much of my identity had been tied up in that age bracket. How do I live as a 30 something? What does that look like? Ready or not it is coming. How interesting that is.
Is it still okay if I want to explore cities and nature? Is it still okay if I want to laugh and have fun over being serious and "grown up?"
People will tell you, this is your life and you should live it the way you want. Be yourself. But there is another side to that coin. Community and friendship is important to me. What if my friends don't want to live like I do?
Is it better to live the way I want and be isolated and misunderstood
or is it better to bend to culture and stay with friends?
This stuff is so interesting. Once you turn 18 you think you have adulthood figured out but now I see how much more there is to it. Imagine closing in on 40...
But the garden is always constant.
I find rest in that.
The world around me is always changing and I am too.
...but the garden is there.
and it is where I will be.
Glen Hansard - Leave
"I can't wait forever", is all that you said
Before you stood up
But you won't disappoint me, I can do that myself
But I'm glad that you've come
Now if you don't mind leave, leave
And free yourself at the same time leave, leave
I don't understand, you've already gone
I hope you feel better, now that it's out
What took you so long?
And the truth has a habit of falling out of your mouth
Well, now that it has come
If you don't mind leave, leave
And please yourself at the same time leave, leave
Let go of my hand
You said what you came to now leave, leave