Under weeds…

Written by on August 6, 2009 in Conversations on the Healing Journey with 1 Comment

…there is a garden. Really. Pulling back long runners of wild greenery, I find a garden, or at least a piece of one – variegated leaves of contrasting green planted as a part of someone’s vision of their home.

Could have been my Kenny. I can see him hastily digging a hole and planting his latest addition from the nursery. Got to do it NOW, you know.

Or maybe it was our son, doing one of the many chores assigned to him at the drop of a hat by his dad. Or perhaps Kenny’s parents, who in their turn, had passed away from one form or another of cancer, too.

But there it was, a little garden growing underneath the weeds.

Healing is like that. No matter how deep it gets buried, whether smothered or strangled, there is that life force within us that perseveres.

And do you know what else can be found under the weeds?

Space. That’s right, space. In some places, clearing the weeds away I found nothing – well, not exactly nothing. There were scrambling crickets and long wet earthworms hurrying to burrow back into the rich earth. But there was no garden, not even a remnant of one. Everything had been smothered away.

I looked at the uninterrupted brown – a wide open invitation for more weeds…unless I planted something in their place.

And healing is like that, too. Not enough to do the work of clearing things out and letting go. We need to choose what to bring in. We have to embrace.

And then I come back in, pleased with my mind’s pondering, and I check my email. There’s the Daily Word from Unity. It reads,

“My thoughts are like seeds in the rich soil of my mind…If thoughts of fear or lack pop up, I release them just as I would remove weeds from my garden.’

Of course.

And healing’s like that, too – coming to you with multi-layered meaning for your multi-layered life.

You know, sometimes with the passing of my sister and Kenny, I feel like an orphan. I know I have family through my children and grandchildren, and I can’t begin to tell you how blessed I am by them.

But when I look to the left and look to the right, there is no one standing beside me anymore. And it’s been a long time since I looked behind me, for I know there hasn’t been anyone there to lean against from my family of origin and theirs for more years than I care to remember.

But it’s days like today, when Life seems to speak to me through weeds and dirt and half buried flowers, and then taps me on the shoulder to whisper another delicious thought using those same images, that I realize just how not alone I am.

And I think maybe I’m not such an orphan after all.


About the Author

About the Author: Demian Yumei, author, singer/songwriter and artist activist, using spoken, written word and original songs in her human rights activism. Demian is a traveler on the healing journey with a lifelong love affair with the creative process. .


If you enjoyed this article, subscribe now to receive more just like it.

Subscribe via RSS Feed Connect on Instagram
  • […] I had just read the Daily Word for yesterday, I doubt it would have gone in very deep. After all, I’ve read similar words and sentiments […]

  • Top
    %d bloggers like this: