As part of my health journey, I’m making a conscious effort to be in direct contact with the earth. In the summer, this comes naturally—barefoot walks, hands in the soil, feeling the pulse of the land beneath me. But winter is hard. Even though I’m outside every day, layers of boots and snow separate me from the ground, and I feel it—this subtle but deep sense of disconnection. I crave the feeling of dirt under my feet, the grounding energy of the earth beneath me.
Last year, spirit told me, You are the Keeper of the Seeds. I didn’t really understand what that meant. So, in my very human way, I took it literally and bought a greenhouse!
Now, let me be honest—I’m not a great gardener. Not for lack of love, but because I tend to juggle too much at once. Plants need attention, and sometimes, in the whirlwind of everything else, I forget to water them, forget to check on them for weeks. And yet, despite my neglect, some plants thrived. Life is persistent that way. We still got some gifts from Mama Earth—her way of saying, I see you. Keep going.
This year, I want to be better. More present. More intentional. We started early, not just for the harvest, but for the connection. To put my hands in the soil again, to feel that exchange of energy, to anchor myself in the rhythm of tending and growing. I performed a small ceremony while planting the first seeds—offering gratitude, setting intentions, remembering that this is sacred work.
Right now, I’ve got a little kitchen garden started—tomatoes, onions, the basics. I already missed a watering for a week (oops), and my heart sank seeing those little shoots struggling. But today, I spent time repotting, touching each seedling with care, reminding myself that growth isn’t about perfection. It’s about showing up.
Soon, we’ll start more plants in the greenhouse, and we’re planning a large in-ground garden this year. That part excites me. It feels like an extension of my own healing—expanding, deepening, putting down stronger roots.
I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous about keeping up with it all when summer gets busy. But I know this—this practice of touching the earth, tending to life, nurturing something beyond myself—is medicine. It’s as much a part of my healing as anything else.
So, send me good vibes, will ya? And if you have any gardening wisdom (or reminders to water my plants), I’m all ears! 🌱✨
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