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When one is working with the earth, in that moment that is all there is. Just you and the connection to something so simple but so much more grand than everything. You work with it to bring forth life, till it to its opportune point and everything else can seem so superficial comparatively. The weights on ones shoulders can temporarily fall away in that time. It can be something almost sacred if you let it in that moment of soil and sweat.
Right now working in my garden is helping me stay sane. While working in it I can escape my anxiety about a doctors appointment I have this evening. I am able to escape the underlying fear that wants to become all consuming. I leave in about half an hour, give or take to go to an appointment about worries that I have another ovarian cyst. I lost my last ovary finally to cysts a few years ago.
I added the front row, cleaned up around the area since we finally have the compost can from the city and transplanted some seed starters into some small pots.
Right now working in my garden is helping me stay sane. While working in it I can escape my anxiety about a doctors appointment I have this evening. I am able to escape the underlying fear that wants to become all consuming. I leave in about half an hour, give or take to go to an appointment about worries that I have another ovarian cyst. I lost my last ovary finally to cysts a few years ago.
I added the front row, cleaned up around the area since we finally have the compost can from the city and transplanted some seed starters into some small pots.