Art is Life is Art: Summer Garden

Phlox“My Garden is my favorite teacher.”

~Betsy Cañas Garmon

I was looking through quote sites to find a quote to go along with this poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago and I found my own quote.  Sometimes we need to hear our own voice reminding us of what we already know.  Tending to the garden is tending to my soul.  I’ve been focused on creating books, but I always return to my little bit of earth for lessons and breath.

 

Summer Garden

Thursday 10 July

 

Time disappears into droning bees gorging on phlox

A red shouldered hawk kee-aahs claiming territory on a current in the cloudless blue sky

One dry sunflower leaf crunches against its towering stalk

dryleaf

 

And always the cardinals chirp and the mockingbirds fuss

The hose gurgles in my hand as I pray resurrection prayers over a droopy basil plant

and water my soul with the sounds of summer

echinacea

Be in your life,

Betsy

 

By | 2016-10-19T14:20:31+00:00 July 29th, 2014|Art in the Crevices, Lessons from the garden, Uncategorized|3 Comments

About the Author:

I create containers for words and paint and I fill them. I craft safe, sacred spaces for people to wrestle, create, heal and shout from the mountain tops.
 
And I teach people to do all of these things for themselves.

  • Girl, chop up those lines! This poetry shouts!

  • I’m beginning to understand why the garden is such a good teacher… And I’m starting to see it’s no joke. And you reminded me I need to start praying resurrection prayers over my cilantro plant:)

    • Hey Alys! What new things has the garden been teaching you?