Written by Jasmine
(Webmistress The Majickal Garden)
Here we are counting down the weeks before Christmas and I am just doing my Fall update. Where has the time gone! I enjoyed a beautiful sunny Indian Summer and the garden lasted well beyond usual. My goal of nurturing my pale green thumb was met with pleasing results. The seeds I started in the garage in April flourished once planted in the ground, tubs and hanging baskets much to my surprised delight. I felt such a feeling of accomplishment that “I” could actually do this and the satisfaction exceeded years of buying them and keeping them alive! I bonded with these wee beauties and they taught me tips to alter for next year.
My back yard is covered in small red rock with a few beds. I use plenty of containers. Mid-summer while weeding my “rock lawn” I realized that some of the “weeds” might want to be allowed to grow…just a hunch I had, never seeing them before. I had let the chore go for a good month so some had taken quite a foothold and were very healthy. They were centered around the proximity of the bird bath and looked different from the normal weeds that get yanked out.
They grew quickly and I did not have to wait long before I was rewarded when they showed color. Extra interesting to me is the area they were located in usually did not catch my target for watering and at an especially dry part of summer until they caught my attention. They were very tenacious and appeared to want to be there. One type flowered into what looked like purple wild petunias, if there is such a thing! The other was purple lobelia, another wonder to me.
Not long after they bloomed; one sunny morning while garden tending, I had a sudden thought of my beloved Grandma, who watches over me from the other side, and was overwhelmed with love busting from my heart. Quick heartfelt tears stung my eyes as I remembered each summer she always had petunias and draping lobelia together in her baskets. It is my knowing that she sent them to me via the birds where nature takes its course! I had a sudden overwhelming feeling of love intertwined with feeling that I had been granted a precious gift from her in the form of these particularly specific “wild” flowers in MY backyard! I had a pot ready with soil that I never got around to planting in and within some weeks it was lush with the petunias.
I know from many ways she is around me when I invoke her from the heart in certain situations. From birth my grandparents were always an active part of my life and later my own children’s. As busy as they were with their own lives, they always made me feel special as they spoiled me a little and taught me much with subtle guidance at the same time as I was growing up. I feel a distinct blessing in knowing she found a way to touch me even closer on my side of the veil! She was always supportive of me with her unconditional love. I now know she did not always approve or understand some of my choices made but she trusted me and never seemed to express negativity. I know her daughter, my mom, raised me the same way. They knew I had to find my own way and at the same time; at the ready to talk to me when I needed their input.
My Grandma is with my Grandpa as well as my Mom. I miss them dearly. I have so many questions I never asked when I had the chance. However, the more I mature in age and experiences the more I feel their loving support. It does not matter I don’t have all the historical family facts…they are with me now as I continue down my own path.
When I am in the garage on a creative mission looking for something to make happen out of my head fumbling around for that certain component to appear; my carpenter Grandpa smiles silently over my shoulder guiding me. And when it suddenly shows up with a “hey presto” moment I can smile gratefully back at him.
My mom guides me still with her strong ironic humor wrapped in her own life experiences where emotions weighed heavy. When I am scared, confused, or in tears I can feel her supportive presence with her empathetic concerned loving knowing smile. She felt them all in her time here and that visual of her loving face packs a most effective punch in the gut to buck up and go forward.
The holidays are ever challenging for me. I am blessed with so many wonderful majickal memories via the closeness my family shared packed into decades. The balance lies in keeping them with me and endeavoring to create new ones in my life now.
I look forward to Spring in the hopes I might be blessed once again with “wild” petunias and lobelia! The delightful blessings of miracles in this lifetime cannot be expected nor taken for granted, however large or small. Living in the mindfulness presence of the moment, by not allowing the mind to wander to yesterday, tomorrow, or what might be done later allows openness to what might be experienced or lost for lack of “being there”. If I had done a mindless clean sweep of my backyard I never would have discovered what I did and never known what I could easily have missed! I was open and therefore ready for what might come to be.
I hope your holidays are sprinkled with sparkles of special moments all season long!