Place; How We Miss It

“Is it not possible that a place could have huge affection for those who dwell there? Perhaps your place loves having you there. It misses you when you are away and in its secret way rejoices when you return. Could it be possible that a landscape might have a deep friendship with you? That it could sense your presence and feel the care you extend towards it? Perhaps your favorite place feels proud of you.” 

― John O'Donohue, Divine Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

How do you define your Place. I define my Place as my healing sanctuary. The garden is my place and I define the garden as God’s gift of nature surrounding me. Where can you go to lose yourself for a long moment or two? Where you can actually hear yourself breathe. Where creativity is going to germinate anyway. Where you just might be able to feel the love of those that have left this world. Where you can play with the new generation. I could go on and on……. A sense of Place is so very important to all of us.

So, as we begin to anticipate returning to our Places, I know that we will never look at them in the same way.

Our gardens are waiting for us to return and with that return they will bless us with the hope of tomorrow. We will be able to work the soil, sow the seeds, plant the perennials and bask in the fruit of our labor. I suggest that all of us rest now because we will be digging soon.