After this weekend and the tragic, unthinkable events at UCSB, I needed some healing. Like thousands and thousands of others, I am a member of the UCSB community. I received four degrees from the campus, am a former staff member, and participate regularly in events and activities offered there. UCSB is where many of the seminal events of my life occurred. It is where I met my husband, where I gained my first professional experiences, where I learned so very, very much about so very, very many things. Every time I step onto the campus, I experience feelings of joy and possibility.
It has been a difficult weekend. Gardens heal. So I spent time in one.
As a Victory Grower, I try to model the value of gardening by working in gardens. Recently, I’ve been working on a congregational garden project at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Ventura. For several weeks, and with baby steps, we’ve been taking an unused space, improving it, and growing it.
This weekend, St. Paul’s church and garden were a healing place to be. Saturday, I shoveled mulch. Working hard in the quiet of the garden gave me time to think. My husband came by to work beside me for a bit, offering no words, but his usual quiet strength and wonderful companionship.
On Sunday, there was a message about life being a process of letting go (the pre-Ascension Sunday theme). There was a wonderful mash-up of music for a rogation week along with a Memorial Day hymn. After services, when I told the music director how much I had appreciated the music, she was delighted: she had chosen the hymns in honor of our gardeners.
Later that afternoon, members of Boy Scout Troop […]