SEEDS FROM PLOT 509>

The woodchips crunch beneath my sandled feet, as I walk to my little sanctuary, plot 509, in the city's community gardens. My eyes feast on the glowing multi-hues of green. There are also purple bearded irises, blue bachelor buttons, and, of course, proud yellow dandelions gracing the different plots.

I bend down to inhale the sweet fragrance of the tall irises - it's enough to make my mouth water. It must be fun to be a bee. It still is cool enough this morning to water the young plants. Even now a breeze waifs through, making this moment truly a divine one.

I stoop down to peek in one of the Wall-o-Waters, where a vivacious tomato plant is growing wildly. I'm sure it is anxiously waiting to out-grow its confinement. I bet it will produce quite a lovely bunch of fruit. If this isn't god, then I don't know what is.

This is church.

This is sanctuary.

This is where that energy is that James Redfield wrote of in The Celestine Prophecy.

We as humans are lucky to have the ability to give love, to nurture and grow life, whether it be our veggie gardens or our children. As I sprinkle precious water onto the thirsting seedlings, I imagine that they are giving thanks. I feel gladness in my heart; any previous thoughts of negativity melting away to nothingness.

My 'therapy' session has been a good one, my feet once again crunch along the woodchipped path towards home.

Aspen Marks