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Finding Solace

Yesterday, we enjoyed an absolutely perfect spring day here in my corner of the world.  There was sunshine and blue sky all day long.  It was warm enough to work out in my garden - did you hear that? in my garden! - without even a jacket.  It felt so good to pull out my little garden cart and pull on my garden gloves for a while!


I spent two glorious hours cutting back dead stalks and ripping out dead grasses and pulling some incredibly vigorous weeds.  It was wonderful.  So good for my heart and my soul.

And for those two hours, I (almost) forgot about the rest of the world.  It felt surprisingly normal in my garden . . . where everything is doing just what it's supposed to do in the spring.  Emerging. Unfurling. Budding. Growing. Even blooming!  I was reminded that . . . 

Despite everything.
Spring is here.

I found solace working in my garden. A little reprieve from the bad news. A feeling of normalcy. A connection with nature. I could breathe out there. And dream of a future that looked beautiful.


I'm sure I won't be able to get out in my garden every day (because Spring in Michigan. . . ), but I'm going to get out there whenever I possibly can.  I'm looking for moments of solace.  And I always find them in my garden.


May your weekend be filled with peace, and may you find the solace you need.

Here's a poem to set you on your way. . . 


blessing the boats
Lucille Clifton

(at St. Mary's)

may the tide
that is entering even now
the lip of our understanding
carry you out
beyond the face of fear
may you kiss
the wind then turn from it
certain that it will
love your back     may you
open your eyes to water
water waving forever
and may you in your innocence
sail through this to that


Learn more about Lucille Clifton here.





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I have found great pleasure in all sorts of "normal" things... cleaning up after dinner, doing the laundry, folding towels and sheets... there is something comforting in the act of daily living. It removes me from my head and lets my body take over. We have sunny skies today and my plan is to get out to my garden! Thank you for this... and for that beautiful poem!


Lovely poem Kym! Can you tell me what flower is in the second picture? Hoping to get out and do some ripping out in the garden this weekend as well! xo


Hello hellebores and glowing crocus! Nature, spring, and the gift of working in the garden are all extraordinary. I've also been reminded of how remarkable poetry is; with few words skilled poets can express our collective feelings perfectly. Thank you for this poem. It does indeed feel like a blessing.


I've been thinking a lot about how the natural world is just . . . proceeding. The birds and insects and flowers are doing what they always do. I want to be like them!


I keep saying it, or so it feels, that I'm finding such comfort in the fact that despite all the bad in the world, nature is carrying on as normal. It's such a pleasure to see all the green and flowers. I'm glad the time in your garden was rejuvenating.


What a blessing that poem is! "Sail through this to that" is a wonderful line/phrase.

So glad you could get out to your gardens that you love so much. Sounds like you had a better day than we did - felt like gale force winds here...which are sort of continuing today. I think by this evening things are suppoed to have calmed down...I hope.

Kim Sheehan

Thank you for the poem. There is a blessing of the fleet here in June, I hope it still will take place.


Oh Kym, what a lovely poem - thank you! and yep, I am feeling the same as you - and the commenters! - about finding moments of normal in ... the normal things! (gah, of course it would take a global pandemic to get me to iron!)


I said almost the same thing as we dug and weeded and raked and such in our gardens yesterday...... it almost felt like a normal spring day. Hands in dirt is good for the heart.....

Carolyn Seymour Thomas

If that's not THE poem for 'now,' I don't know what is. Beautiful poem curating, Kym!!


I keep remembering our incredible mid-April snowstorm last year and... well, yeah, it ain't over 'til it's over!! Haha. Your hellebores are GLORIOUS!


Working in the garden is so peaceful. I am heading out to mine tomorrow. We are going to have - swoon - 70 degree temperatures. My plan is to clean out the herb garden. I love the bright neighborhood bits of joy. We have to celebrate the joy, especially this week.

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