This post about a garden helping a woman through her bereavement is deeply moving, and I would suggest reading it, but it also made me think of my own experiences using a garden for healing purposes. When I left to teach in Spain for a semester, it was the day after my grandmother and best friend died. It wasn't unexpected as she had been battling lung cancer, but it was still devastating as I prepared to grieve alone in a country where I didn't know anyone, without my family around me. I saw her the night before, hours before she said goodbye for good, but I had to miss her funeral.
I saw her in Spain, in the face of a woman who walked past me. I saw her in my dreams, I saw her when my child was born years later in a hospital, again, far from home. Spending time in gardens helped me through my grief. She always had a beautiful garden and pretty plants remind me of her. There was a park nearby at the school where I taught and I'd go to spend time there. It even had peacocks roaming around. It didn't help during the first few days when I cried the entire flight there, or when I cried every night for two weeks as I went to bed, but it helped me stay connected with her and make it through that time.
When has a garden helped you emotionally? Share your stories in the chat.