Spring, the soul, and the soil God tends
Jo Trickey explores 'The simple benefits of lifting your head up.'
Spring arrived slowly. It felt like a long wait this year, or maybe that was just me. First, a few brave crocuses pushed through frost-hardened ground. Then blossom. Then light that stays a little longer each evening. Each piece unfolds in its allotted time.
This spring we moved allotment. Twenty metres or less, but a striking difference. The old plot was neglected by the previous tenants, fierce with horsetail and waist-high thistles, stubborn plants with roots that seemed to go down forever. You could tug all afternoon and they would be back the following week. The new plot was loved and tended. And the weeds we found were nettles and forget-me-nots. A gentle pull with a gloved hand, and they came clean away. This article is from the London Institute for Contemporary Christianity section on Connecting with Culture.


