I was just reading ‘The Faithful Gardener’ by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. She is definitely a writer with whom I connect on a deep level (by the way- if you have not read ‘Women Who Run with the Wolves’, it comes *highly* recommended!).
As it always is with her writing, it was a beautiful little book. The ending really captured me, and I wanted to share it here:
“What is this faithful process of spirit and seed that touches empty ground and makes it rich again? Its greater workings I cannot understand. But I know this: Whatever we set our days to might be the least of what we do, if we do not also understand that something is waiting for us to make ground for it, something that lingers near us, something that loves, something that waits for the right ground to be made so it can make its full presence known. I am certain that as we stand in the care of this faithful force, that what has seemed dead is dead no longer, what has seemed lost, is no longer lost, that which some have claimed impossible, is made clearly possible, and what ground is fallow is only resting-resting and waiting for the blessed seed to arrive on the wind with all Godspeed.
And it will.”
Within the stories she tells in the book are stories of a man whose ravaged and war-torn land causes him to act out in the only way he can- he plows and burns those lands that were so dear to him, explaining to his little niece during the process that what has seemingly been ‘ruined’ is now very much fertile, able, and willing (hospitable) to accept new seed that comes on the wind, from the mouths of beast and bird, from all factions of the earth really, to grow into another beautiful forest with time. The ground has been made bare and promising, patiently open to the gifts of rain, fire, seed. Because of it’s open and inviting ‘hospitality’, a great thing will begin to happen here.
I also just read a book called The Scent of Water: Grace for Every Kind of Broken. Another beautiful book in which the author brings us into her world, a world where she travels to many different parts of the earth seeking out those women who have been somehow drawn into scarred worlds of prostitution, drug use, oppression, silence of voice and spirit. The author brings us through her struggles through meeting and helping these women, and into the beauty she finds in the broken.
I see how these books exalt the power within all women. Women who have been broken, shamed, saddened, scared, scorned, left, and hurt in any number of ways. Women whose souls have been ravaged and left for dead. Our inherent willingness and ability to remain open and tender after countless abuses over years and years allows for great and beautiful things to burst forth and flower. There is beauty and promise no matter how hidden. With just a little bit of faith and a little bit of water, wonderful things will grow from the most unlikely of places.