By Sharon Ray
My home is in such a sweet spot under two grand poplar trees. My favorite view is out my kitchen window—it’s all Nature, but the earth is barren. “Oh, I’d so love to look out this window and see some green grass,” I’ve lamented at least three times since I moved here, “but it’s too much work and too expensive. Oh, but it would be so nice!” That was it. I had to let it go. I never told anyone about my secret wish.
Then a few days ago my friend Heiko drove up to my place hauling a trailer behind his truck. He skipped up my cabin steps and looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and a smile, “Want some grass?” he enquired enthusiastically as if I had phoned in an order for sod that morning.
My hands flew to my cheeks and my eyes were as big as a child’s who has just been handed the biggest lollipop she’s ever seen.
Next thing I new I had wet mud squishing through my toes as I laid down squares, rectangles, and unnamable shapes of sod, forming them into a grand 12′ x 12′ circle, aided by my friends Heiko, Craig and Greg.
We finished and I ran back into the house, and peered out my kitchen window to see the bright green grass was sparkling with little drops of water from the sprinkler we had turned on to welcome it home.
With a feeling of utter gratitude and love, as though a large bouquet of roses had descended from heaven, care of my Divine Beloved, I realized how much God loves me and how it is true what Paramahansa wrote, “In every moment God is answering the whisper wishes of your heart.”
