Gloria Marguerite Slade
My Mother, spiritual/gardening mentor and friend.
This gentle woman walked softly on the earth for all her days; deeply appreciative of the natural world for it’s beauty, wonder and mystery. We’d see her rescue spiders from the kitchen sink to release outdoors or stand in awe at the power and grace of a Bald Eagle circling overhead.
A heart that leaned toward inclusion and acceptance – never grudges or hate. One of her favourite lines from the Prayer of St Francis of Assisi was “Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.”
Her keen and timely wit sprang from the joy and playfulness she radiated all around her. I can’t count the times we laughed until our faces ached with tears rolling down our cheeks.
No matter what was going on in our lives; her gift was a smile and gratitude for every day.
Our home inside and out was always filled with the green life of plants. All manner of trailing, arching, bushy, spiky, flowering and upright plants filled the corners of every room – and our yards in many homes were touched by that definitive green thumb of hers. Herbs, veggies, flowers and fruit filled our senses. The scent of lavender, or lilacs in the springtime still evoke her memory and Spirit to this day.
“Love is who we are – we are all connected” she said.
For all you taught me Mom, simply by being yourself – I thank you – from the depths of my soul.
You are the muse that walks beside me in my garden and here on every page. Guiding and inspiring forever.
I love you.