Land Transformed

There is an area of land at the corner of Memorial Drive and the Boston University Bridge in Cambridge that reaches from the road and goes down hill to the Charles River.

The area is home to Canadian and white geese who sit or waddle in large numbers beside old railroad tracks, unafraid of the one freight train that comes by every evening. Farther on a small tunnel is covered from top to bottom with beautiful graffiti, city art that brightens the dark inside.

Since moving here four and a half years ago this piece of land has been covered in brambles. It’s known that the area is used by the homeless and those who find it a useful place to get high.  It’s not pretty and I wouldn’t go there after night fall.

In the past months we’ve watched the transformation process of the land. It is quite remarkable. Brambles have been torn down and replaced with tilled earth and fresh new plants, rust-colored pine chips carefully surrounding each plant. These are roped off allowing them to root and new grass is planted throughout this space.

A wide part beginning at the road, narrowing as it goes downhill, is covered with gravel marking walking space. It then slopes further toward the water allowing for easy access, letting the walker have a great view of the river and rowers gliding under the bridge.

It is becoming a lovely piece of land. It is being transformed. It has happened so slowly that I’m not sure when we began to notice it. We first wondered what had happened to the area – something was clearly changing. We wondered what the planners had in mind. We speculated and moaned a bit “Wouldn’t it be nice if they changed this area – made it into a nice park? I wonder why the city doesn’t do something” and off we would go on our walk, forgetting about it.

And then one day it began to emerge. A picture was forming on this bit of land. A picture that allowed us to begin imagining how lovely it was going to be. Slowly the picture, like an artist painting a landscape, is becoming clearer by the day.

It is land transformed. It will be beautiful in the summer and the geese are already enjoying the space as they trespass single file into the area.

This land transformed has been a life-transforming lesson for me. It is so obvious that there is change, but it hasn’t always been that way. We have bemoaned the look of this piece of land many times, not at all willing to believe the transformation would occur.

I am impatient when it comes to change and the transformation process. I don’t want to “see through a glass dimly”, I want to see with clear eyesight and I want it NOW. I don’t want to go through the pain of pruning and having brambles removed; the earth of my heart tilled. I don’t want it to be slow in me or anyone else. My annoyance with the park prior to its slow transformation is telling.

True confession? I hate needle point for this very reason. It’s so slow. I know the result is amazing and beautiful, but it takes too much time for tiny stitches from different colored thread to emerge on the cloth as a picture and I’m not willing to go through the process.

Human hearts and souls are like this land, heavy with brambles that make access difficult. Yet even as my heart sits, there is this Master Planner at work, slowly but confidently seeing something that most passers-by, unaware of the process, do not see. Until one day, brambles have been pruned, the beauty of transformation emerging from beneath and I realize it’s been happening all along.

7 thoughts on “Land Transformed

  1. We had older woman share her story in church yesterday… It had to be her because of the transformation that has come about in her life. I can’t mention her many transgressions..oh boy they were many and obvious…but we knew that God was working in her life. Sometimes we really wondered whether anything was happening and other times we were tempted to write her off. But looking at her today, we are glad we didn’t. She is a different person.
    Great post here!
    God makes all things beautiful in his own time!

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    1. Walter – what a great story and picture of transformation. I remember going back to boarding school and having a teacher look at me, shake her head and say “Sometimes the worst kids ended up the best!” The beauty of transformation. Thanks for reading.

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  2. One of your best posts ever Marilyn!! I too, like to see immediate results and feel the frustration of slow metamorphosis of change. I remind myself though, that anything hurriedly done and crafted quickly, usually doesn’t last. It may have superficial appeal acquiring that instant beauty or change, but in time, the “pretty exterior) fades. When something goes through the rigors of time, and is carefully groomed and crafted, healing the root of the situation, it comes to life, and blossoms, remains healthy and strong. Nurturing deeply takes time, it is a labor of love.

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    1. This was a tremendous compliment Lori! Thank you. “Healing the root of the situation” is what stood out to me in your comment. From the ground up this land has been changed and though it will still need work, the change is deep. Thanks for the reminder.

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