“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” – Marcel Proust

When I look at my life, the messy and marvelous, the mundane muddy muck, the magical miraculous occurrences that show up on my doorstep each day, I breathe a sigh of gratitude. This garden that is my earthly incarnation didn’t become what it is in a vacuum. The seeds that were planted were scattered by the loving souls who have stood at the ready with wheelbarrows filled to overflowing.

My job has been to clear the patch, weed, remove the rocks and rubble and prepare it for the implantation. If I expect that beauty will take hold and blossom in  soil tumbled with brambles and overgrown with grumbles, I am sadly mistaken. I also need to remember that if I want to grow wildflowers,  I ought not to plant watermelon seeds. Once the seedlings are underground, the real work of patiently waiting, watering, weeding out discontent and wondering when it will blossom, begins.  I can’t very well be digging in the dirt, asking why the flora isn’t yet flourishing and yet, how often have I done that with projects in my life?  There have been times when what I have asked for has taken (in my opinion), far too long to come to fruition and yet, like stop action photography, I can witness how in the grand scheme of things, my wishes and desiress have shown up in seemingly transcendent ways.

I welcome the ‘charming gardeners’ from all walks of life, from all realms of my existence that arrive in sometimes surprising and unexpected forms.  I am blessed to have so many soul gardeners in my life, with rakes, shovels, seeds and sometimes fertilizer at the ready.

Who are they in your life?

What seeds have you planted?

How does your garden grow?

http://youtu.be/D3FkaN0HQgs The Garden Song sung by John Denver