On nurturing (and poop)
love notes from the moon in Taurus
to nurture is to “care for and encourage the growth and development” of something or someone. when we nurture our gardens, we are tending to and caring for an environment in which we want things to grow.
parents are gardeners. we facilitate environments for growth. as parents, we are simultaneously the soil and the one who tills it. our own histories often act as a fertilizer, as shitty as they can sometimes be (pun intended).
maybe we can’t help the dirt that we are, but we can take the shit we’ve been through and use it to create a fertile ground from which the future (including and especially our children) can blossom.
our children don’t ask to be incarnated (unless you think they do), and they don’t particularly care if your reason for neglecting their soil is because you were afraid to get your hands dirty. barren gardens lying fallow.
parenthood brings you many opportunities to come in close contact with lots of shit, both literal and spiritual. everything is an opportunity for growth, and more importantly, growth is happening whether we nurture the soil or not.
we cannot determine how many petals our children are going to turn out having, or how tall their stalks may grow, or the first time they will feel a part of themselves wilt and die, but we can always do our best to be some really fucking good dirt.
