From Anne today: "The soul is the gardener who tends the flowers of life. The weeds he leaves to themselves." I then asked, what happens when the weeds choke out the flowers. The answer: "The gardener doesn’t let that happen."
This all got me thinking about the green man, the gardener and what the flowers and weeds of life may be. During her life, Anne taught often about the green man. She always said that Jesus had a wonderful sense of humor, and to illustrate that she would tell the story of Mary Magadalene at the tomb.
She would quote John 15, "Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Then she would laugh and say, "see, here he was Jesus risen out of the tomb and she says ‘hey, gardener, where’s Jesus?’
Anne took as the emblem of her life the "Green Man." He represents both fertility in pagan tradition and the resurrected Jesus in Christian belief. Anne was not particular about one belief over another. What interested her was the truth, and wherever she found it, there she went and was happy.
So the garden is life, but I know my wife’s teaching well. I lived by it and learned from her for many years. To her, the flowers are what in our lives we regard as lovely and pleasant, not only that. To her, the flowers are what is true and what we will take with us when it is time for us to climb Jacob’s Ladder.
To her, there were two kinds of love, sentimental love and spiritual love. She always used to say "I’m not sentimental." Recently she said that love is the basis of being. It is the foundation of reality. The universe exists because of this other kind of love. She lived in it. I come to it sometimes, and when I do I understand how it is that everything, the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, is cradled in the hands of this love.
The gardener is both us and the master who lives within us all. The flowers, dark and light, are our gathered truth, faced with clear eyes. The weeds are the illusions of hate, anger, lust, greed, all of that stuff.
"Regard the lilies of the field, see how they grow."