Beauty is often a word associated with the exceptional and the frivolous, but living and working on 5 Loaves Farm has shown me something different. Being immersed in this farm and neighborhood has made it easy for me to experience something beautiful every day. I no longer see this beauty as simply a pleasure, but as a daily requirement to notice and appreciate.
I see beauty in the purple swirls on a turnip. I see beauty in the falling flowers of the elderberry tree. I see beauty in our youth interns working with and teaching each other. I see beauty in the laughter of the neighborhood children as they play in our sprinkler. I see beauty in the persistence of the weeds to break the surface of the soil. I see beauty in the movement of the bees. I see beauty in the neighbor’s eyes as they pick our raspberries. I have come to not only expect to experience this beauty, but to rely on it. It is what gives me hope each day. It is what continuously reminds me to see something greater than myself, and to put my trust in that. It is what allows me to feel connected to people who will be eating the radish my hands just pulled out of the ground, the people walking down the sidewalk past me, the people who are watching the same sunset as me.
In her poem, Angela DiGregorio, a committed volunteer at 5 Loaves farm, grasps the beauty we see in the garden and within ourselves, reflecting the beauty of the Creator.
An orchard of pleasure and fruits.
“And he said to him, ‘Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.”
My heart rejoices in an invitation.
To sit in a garden with the Breath of Life.
To feel his heartbeat as I pull red radishes from the dirt.
To see the glorious works of his majesty knowing the promise of life to come
As I place tiny seeds in tiny holes with my tiny hands.
Not grasping that none of those things are tiny to him.
He wrote these moments on his palms before he hung the stars.
What an honor to play a part in returning the glory back to the holes in his hands.
For these seeds were not planted in vain.
And I will bask in the lights of his face upon me even when it rains.
For I know the nature of his love-
That every drop of water has been set to land.
And I am no different.