Okay, before anybody has a fit about that title, let me explain.    In response to my friend John Davis's (www.johnofpeniel.com) recent blog in which he quoted his fiancee's line that "God is hot water",  I posted a comment that God is dirt.  After a very long, LONG Ohio winter, it's finally spring, with the sprouting plants, the greening of the trees, and that lovely loamy earth smell.  I anticipate getting my hands in the dirt again, to plant, to weed, to rest.  I find my greatest quiet time in the earth - literally.  I bemoan having a tiny garden, as I have nothing much to dig in!  But I know God is there. He speaks to me there, and in all the smells and tiny green things I have absolute proof of that.  I am so grateful for all the season changes, as I know God is in all of it, but OH the joy of being able to touch the earth.

For many years I lived in a concrete box of an apartment, with no outside space at all.  I felt imprisoned, stifled, cut off from my creativity.  When I moved into a more rural environment and once again had garden space, I felt so much more free. I understand more of who my pagan friends call Gaia, because now I feel that living force again, and I know the joy of finding God in the dirt!