In reading the parable of the sower, I couldn’t help but think of one of my 12-step mentors. Vange would refer to her “resentment garden” as she gave a regular account of how she was tending it. “When I water those resentments, they just grow and flourish,” she would chuckle. But, then she would talk about the good work of weeding and eradicating those suckers.
In my experience, it takes focused intention and commitment to properly tend the garden of my heart. The ground can look clear and pristine at times, but I know those resentments will spring up again at some point. When it comes to gardening, I am most enthusiastic about planting pretty new flowers and far less motivated by the need to weed and create maintainable boundaries. I must remind myself that regular inspections, with weeding and pruning, are what make room for beauty. They make for a garden space that is inviting and healing.
Why do I continue to balk at the hard work of tending the garden of my heart? Every time, once I get past the resistance, once I get down on my knees, hands deep in the dirt, I find a healing, transforming space. In that rich, fecund decay I find the source of new life.