Acceptance

If the garden gods had a common prayer, would it sound like this?


Lords of Green and Gold, give me the will to accept that I shall have losses. 

There will be trials of heavy weather, pests and mildew. There shall be rot. 

There will be great bounty tempered by great failure. To grow organic is to celebrate and to suffer.

Lady of Roots and Leaves, give me the will to accept my bounty with a humble and grateful heart. 

Teach me with dirt caked hands what it means to bring beauty into this world.

To nurture, to grow, to live in a kaleidoscope of verdant pleasures.
For love, for Clan and Community.
Amen.