On my 40th birthday, back in October, I listened to an All Souls sermon called “A Clearing Season.” At the time, I was struggling with a bout of depression and it resonated in a deep way with me.
There are seasons in our lives when we need to clear away, start over, make room for something new. To step into the unknown and await the possibilities.
I was turning the extra bedroom in my house into a nursery – assembling a crib and glider, collecting children’s books, hoping for my baby to come to me.
I was getting ready to leave the job I’d loved for six and a half years.
I was transitioning out of my alumni leadership role at Vanderbilt, just as the scholarship program that shaped me was poised to change in significant ways.
It was a clearing season, to be sure.
And soon enough, as we all know, I’d be navigating another clearing, this time on a cellular level – a new tender place where, as Jenn W said to me today, I’ve been excavated.
As I woke from a long afternoon nap on Friday, I heard rain falling lightly and the distant voices of my mom and sister outside. It was music to my ears. I stayed in bed awhile, hoping the moment wouldn’t end.
When I got up and looked out the window, I found them clearing away all the leaves and weeds from my front yard and planting me a garden.
A garden!
Sister said she’d invited Dad to join in. He was an award-winning gardener in Rolla. 🌺
The next day, as she finished filling up 12 lawn bags, a man appeared in my driveway and asked if she needed some help. After a bit of back and forth, it became clear to her that he wasn’t exactly a neighbor, but he was familiar with my neighborhood. Turns out he’s one of the homeless men who lives nearby and many of my neighbors have hired him as a day laborer. (I’d seen him around.) She accepted his offer and stuck out her hand. He said, “My name’s Don.”
I’m not making this up.
They spent several more hours together – laying down tarp, planting succulents, pouring pea gravel.
Around 9pm Sister said there was still one more thing she had to do. So she drove away. When she returned over an hour later, she had me come outside to see my surprise. Turns out she’d gone to Target. (Side note: Sister hates driving. She especially hated driving on I-35 squeezed between 18 wheelers at night.)
But she had to get me a pair of outdoor chairs so I can sit in my garden and be quiet and still and read to my heart’s content while I’m healing.
So ta da!
I’m now eagerly and patiently waiting to see what grows in my new garden.
And elsewhere in my life.