seeing the Sacred in every day life

we have had an horrific two weeks here in the mountains. catastrophic bushfires have destroyed homes and left many of our friends homeless. At one stage we were on alert for our own home town to be evacuated. My mum was evacuated for 4 days from her aged care villa. at times, it seemed surreal. At times, I panicked, much like one of those women in an horror movie, who scream until they are slapped...we had buckets filled with water in case of spot fires and we had our plan but thankfully and blessedly, we were ok. My heart and prayers go to the 100's of people who lost everything. Thankfully no lives were lost.

I see the Sacred in my garden. ... in the plants ~ a mandala

So this weekend spent in my garden has bought my equilibrium back, it has centred and grounded me..
Saturday, I planted cucumbers in old toilet cisterns, weaving string and sticks to make a trellis for the plants to cling to as they grow. I watered the violets, mint and Valerian, tidied my stone circle, all the while in the company of cicadas, hoverflies and God.

Joe and I sat under the plum tree to eat our lunch and I found myself in the place where one goes to when day dreaming.

 

totally absorbed in the hoverflies on the calendula. This was like some kind of meditation, perhaps Lectio of some kind.. a kind of prayer. I remember as a child, sitting, daydreaming, communing with God on a very deep level. From a very young age.

 As I garden, I see that my chicory is coming into flower - I have never seen chicory flowers so I am really looking forward to what comes.

The yarrow that I was gifted from Yias' garden is spreading under the rose and is also beginning to form flowers. I love yarrow.

Sunday, I woke early and took a walk around my garden. The day was very smoky from the bushfires but I noticed a stillness..  a waiting. And as I looked at my wheel of year garden, at the sage, it felt like I had stepped into either the northern hemisphere or a past time. there was no noise of cicadas, the air was cool and moist. and I could feel the energy of my ancestors with me.

The veil is thinning towards Samhain and All Saints and All Souls day. Weird thing is here, it is actually the time of Beltane but I don't feel that at all. I didn't want to come back from where I was at that moment.

I gardened for a few hours, planting beans & pumpkins. I mulched the pots & watered the gardens. Jane, up the road bought me a big bin of pine needles for my blueberries and I spread that around my plants.

the apples are starting to form and I thinned the fruit, to allow the rest to swell and develop.

 Joe and I sat under the plum tree again for lunch. Enjoying a platter of fruit, cheese, beetroot dip and crackers and a cup of tea. Just being, for a time. It is good.

and this afternoon I went to a Taize service.. something that I did in Marazion, Cornwall. It is so good for my soul to go to things like this.. brings me back to myself. To who I am.

and more Sacred designs, this one made by me with shells gathered from a beach.