It's relatively inexpensive. I don't need an appointment or pre-approval from my insurance company. Yet it's therapeutic---good for my soul and spirit. I call it dirt therapy.
While I no longer make the mud pies of my childhood, I still need to get my hands in the brown earth each summer. Give me long days and dirt along with something to plant or prune, and I can work for hours with little thought of life's disappointments and difficulties. Somehow the sunshine and the hard work distract me from what's weighing on my heart. And as I watch my tomato plants grow and purple clematis bloom, I experience the joy of joining with God in my own wee bit of "creation."
I choose the seeds, the plants, the colors. I decide where things will be planted. The color palette of the flowers is up to me. When I take to my yard on a summer morning, I am a designer---an artist of sorts.
So out the door I go! I'll water or fertilize. Plant, prune, or pull weeds! I'll literally smell the roses. As I drink in the beauty, my spirits will lift. The complexities of life will give way to gratitude.
Dirt therapy! Why not try it?