Today I enjoyed myself very nicely. It was finally sunny out and I was able to work in the garden in my shirt sleeves. (Can girls say they’re out in shirt sleeves)?
I finished planting the clematis that will cover the ugly cement wall behind the lavender and I put the remaining two grape plants in place next to the swing set. I planted the kiwi and got a nice surprise when I lifted up the black rubber sand bags that were sitting where the kiwi was supposed to go; the underneath of the bags was covered in snails. And I put my hand in the slime. Blech.
I transplanted some potted daffodils that were on their last legs – we shall see what a little space to stretch their roots will do to help them perk up. And I transplanted the thyme to our raised garden bed that we just built (right next to the kitchen for all my fresh herbs). Cool, huh?
That was today. But it has been a dark and dreary week. The sun stayed hidden and the wind bit in a March sort of way. My driving exam got pushed back because I wasn’t ready (again). Plus … I’m working on my character.
Sigh.
I hate working on my character. I wish I had been born Baba Cool with no issues at all. But my only foray into Baba Cool was Red Red Wine and that got me absolutely nowhere.
My life coach recommended I read the book “Women Food and God” by Geneen Roth, a book which talks about pushing past compulsive, emotional eating. I know, fun topic, hm? Those of you who want to check out of this post right now can come back in a couple of days and we’ll pretend like this conversation never happened.
When I was looking into ordering the book from Amazon, a line jumped out at me from the “sneak peek” into the book. It was this:
“It (meaning food and its link with God) marks the moment when we gave up on ourselves, on change, on life.”
I choked on that. Who wants to admit they’ve given up on themselves, or their lives?
And yet.
What I’m reading and learning is that we develop certain patterns of coping that are necessary for survival when we’re young, but we then continue to function in that same reasoning. We look at the world through historical eyes and base our decisions on, what is now, irrelevant logic.
I think of it this way: a small child whose parents are unable to care for him because they are high on drugs all the time might get lost in watching television as a means of escape, for instance, because to face what’s actually going on in his life will simply annihilate him. (I should add here that this was not my life – Mom, Dad, don’t read too much into this post). But things that will annihilate us when we’re young and vulnerable will not take us down when we’re adults. It won’t annihilate us to feel things. And we can’t keep running away from having to feel things, or keep making our decisions based on input seen through historical eyes. It’s like trying to navigate New York with a map of Chicago.
As I was planting the grapes near the swing set, I noticed a lot of weeds crowding out the lavender nearby, and it occurred to me that I should pull them all out, lighten the area a bit and give the baby plants a chance to thrive. Last summer I started out well, but when we left for two weeks and came back to a veritable jungle, I gave up on myself, on change, on life – oh sorry – where was I? I gave up on trying to pull up all the weeds.
In Spring these weeds look pretty and delicate, harmless.
But when they grow, their stems take on a rubbery algae-like consistency and they spread low to the ground, hugging it and snaking around every living thing. As I pulled them out today, I was surprised to see how easily they came up because that was not the case last summer. I had let them grow too big and had to get a spade out in order to dig out the root – pernicious little things that they are. It occurred to me that I had better pull them out while they’re small with fragile roots instead of waiting until they were entrenched.
Before I knew it, I had filled the whole wheelbarrow.
The life lesson was not lost on me.
Here I am trying to change my character and having only partial success at facing the emptiness. Sometimes I can challenge my thoughts and direct my mind from a point of strength. At other times I don’t even want to try. (Why feel an uncomfortable emptiness when I can fill it? With something tangible like food?) I alternate between feeling like I’m hollow from my core right through to my fingers and toes, and feeling as raw as a turtle without a shell. No wonder I want to run.
In one of my more successful endeavors at directing my thoughts, I pictured the gnawing worry in my mind like a worm with teeth wrapped around my brain and gnawing away at my frontal lobe. And I pulled the sucker out, all the way down to its spidery tendrils coiled around my thoughts. It was very freeing.
Well for me anyway. You might still be retching from the imagery.
So I’m just trying to feel things instead of run from them and grow up a bit. And I think that’s pretty much what the book is about: learning to engage in the act of living.
And stopping to smell these.
mep says
I needed to read this one today. Thank you. I feel a little too tired to do all the emotional gardening and weed pulling that I need to do, but I love the idea of extracting a worry at the root before it becomes a tangly mess.
The flowers in that last photo are gorgeous.
Caren with a "C" says
I think there is a lot of symbolism in gardening! Pulling those weeds out when they are young is alot easier than when they have taken over the area and have deep rooted. Love your picture at the end. Good luck with your driving test! We have had a rainy week here too.
Stacia says
Oh, the weeds … in our gardens and in our minds. They are pernicious little suckers, aren’t they? It’s the season for plucking them out and turning them into something useful like compost or a fresh start. Happy weeding to you, friend!
PS: Snail slime might just be the grossest thing ever.
liz says
Best of luck with your clematis! I hope it grows to cover teh ugly cement very, very quickly!
Happy Frog and I says
‘So I’m just trying to feel things instead of run from them and grow up a bit.’ All of your post resonated with me but that line in particular. I have realised similar things to you over the last few months. It has been quite sobering but incredibly helpful. Best of luck to us both eh?
The Flying Chalupa says
You’re trying to change your character? That’s a very, very brave, difficult thing to do. One I rarely attempt. Especially when there are cookies in the cupboard. How do you do it with the food in France? Gardening is a good way to go – don’t you just love lavender? It makes me so happy.
ayala says
A lovely post! I love the flowers in the last picture. Hang in there remember life is a journey.
Ms. Pearl says
Look at those beautiful hyacinths! You’re doing a great job with that garden, you know? I also applaud your efforts to change habits that aren’t working for you.
I have to say, though, reading between the lines, I see a lovely character that doesn’t need much changing at all. Do go easy on yourself.
Heather says
I think emptiness is one of the hardest emptions to feel because you would do absolutely anything to fill it up. It desperately hurts and you feel as if its your fault for not living a fulfilling life like everyone else seems to be able to. But how do you explain that feeling to everyone else? Those who do lead full lives? Sadness. Anger. Those things people understand… but there’s no “today I feel empty” calendar to help you out. I emphasize with you on this one. But at least you’ve found the “root” cause. Good for you! And just remember that freeing feeling on the days when you have trouble even trying. It’ll get you through.
ModernMom says
Who knew that digging in the garden could be so therapeutic? Must go get dirty. Now:)
elizabeth-flourishinprogress says
amen.
filling a hole with something….anything….seems okay at first. whether it is eating or drinking or partying or, in my case, shopping, it can be a safe haven to turn to when things get a little overwhelming. changing one’s insides is a lot of work and i think that is why i put it off for so long and let the distractions overtake me. since i quit spending six months ago, i’ve learned a lot about who i am, who i’m not and i’m learning to make peace with the parts that can stay and learning to change the parts that can’t.
Andi says
Lovely post. It seems to me that you are hyper-aware of whatever problems you have and that is always the hardest part. I find distraction helps ease the mind and gardening seems like a good route to take. Besides you can’t eat if you have slimy hands!
LynnBerns says
Thanks again for baring your soul. I love to come back to your blog again and again because you are so organic…there it is – another gardening reference!