Saying Goodbye to my Old Garden
Yesterday was April 1st, and it ended a cycle for me. I dug up the last of the plants in my community garden plot that I wanted to keep, took the lock off the gate, told Job he could take the fence down and move it to his plot whenever he wanted, and made arrangements to have the rosemary cut down and removed as I can't take her with me after all. Then I said goodbye to the rosemary, pulled back all my remaining energy from the plot, formally severed my connection with the land there, turned in my key, and left for good.
I should have felt at least a little sad; I've had that plot for about seven or eight years now, and I truly loved it most of that time. But there's been so much drama and stress the last three years that all I felt today was peace and relief, like 20 pounds just fell off my shoulders. And I managed to leave with no drama or hard feelings, so that was another good thing.
Now I can focus 100% on my new PRIVATE garden, which will also be sacred space. :-)
I should have felt at least a little sad; I've had that plot for about seven or eight years now, and I truly loved it most of that time. But there's been so much drama and stress the last three years that all I felt today was peace and relief, like 20 pounds just fell off my shoulders. And I managed to leave with no drama or hard feelings, so that was another good thing.
Now I can focus 100% on my new PRIVATE garden, which will also be sacred space. :-)