We all need something.
When we face an injury or illness, we hope the doctor will ease the pain or cure it. But, with mental health struggles, sometimes there is not a cure. There is only something to ease the pain.
We all need a healthy passion to illuminate our paths into the future. Maybe you paint. Perhaps you dance. Consider a moment where you get lost in numbers and formulas. Exercise eases others people’s depression, anxiety, side effects of PTSD, or others.
Sometimes we’re a mixed bag of messes, but that does not mean we remain a mess. We are never the same people as before our experiences that shaped us. Instead we go into our tunnels of darkness, unaware of what to expect, and somehow we emerge with a flicker of light, which refuses to extinguish.
The gardens present me with different types of therapy for the pain with which I have struggled during the last decade of my life from multiple fights between students at my prior school to my daughter’s sudden death to my husband’s colon cancer. Beauty grows with the garden year-by-year, and you learn about beautiful insects and birds about which you’re never heard. This includes hummingbird moths, which are represented by the first insect in the video I posted earlier on my YouTube channel: @Corries_Mommae
The journey through grief has led me to grow more of our own food, learn about no dig gardening, drought-friendly, pollinator, and native plants; plus how to arrange farm fresh flowers as a small business in Flowers by Cocha. This is named for both of our children.

The gardens have led me to make content from how to create no dig gardens to how to get your calla lilies to bloom year-after-year. It has opened up nature photography, flower arrangements, and pressed flowers. The gardens breathe new life into me in a way in which I think Corrie, our daughter, would feel proud.

John, my family, and I now have a total of 11 gardens on what used to be a Christmas Tree farm. They are all in honor of Corrie, and some individual gardens and plants are named after loved ones we have lost, such as the Barbara Ann Garden. It is named after John’s mother.
The gardens do not cure all the pain John and I have faced from the loss of our daughter, miscarriage, and his colon cancer. They ease the pain. They offer us a different way of seeing our daughter grow up in the world through the natural beauty on the farm.
I cannot claim an ultimate cure, but I will say the beauty of the earth offers us a key.




