Last week, I sat down in the garden with the sun glaring into my mind, reaching even the dark webbed corners, reminding me that this world is changing. Reminding me that I am changing. Normally the intense heat of this new sun is challenging, it acts as a clock, causing me to think about the amount of time I have to be spending on the task at hand as opposed to focusing on what is being done. Consumed by time, eyes open yet absorbing nothing.
This particular day was different, the sun was shining in. As my forefinger poked homes for the seeds to grow in, I gave extra care to remove any weeds nearby. I wanted their growth to be undisturbed, I wanted them to be strong. As I ran the two companion plants, lettuce and carrots, alongside the river of broccoli (as Helen dubbed the design) I thought about the importance these things would have to the people living at Songaia. I meditated on the fact that these seeds would eventually grow to feed people.
After the bed was finished, something was beginning to grow inside of me, an old flower began to bloom and as the day grew, the heart of the flower thumped and thumped inside my head. Suddenly I realized that every living thing is wonderfully alive and doing their best. I wanted encouraging words to escape my mouth and wrap around the soul of whatsoever crossed my path. A seed I have watered for so long in my life which had grown to quite the decent size, had been reduced to nothingness from the strangling of lesser thoughts. However, the sun has shown what was forgotten and the doubt and fear can be swept in the dark.
On Saturday, Patricia, Amy and I went to the Women's Permaculture Gathering. Sunday, we protested climate change by working in the garden. Sunday evening, we welcomed the Fall Equinox by giving blessing to a part of Songaia that we thought dearest to our hearts. I gave to the bees. The messengers of love. They never oppose, only serve to work and work hard at helping plants thrive. I had a dream I wrote a blog post on the relationship between bees, the sun and global warming. I even remember the title "WARM, WARM, WARM, HONEY"...whatever my dreams were whispering to me in riddles, I think I now know. Do not fear the destruction, do not fight it, do not march in protest or oppose, yet simply work at making things thrive. Let the sun fill you with the reminder of life, not a reminder of the time we have left.
Beautiful poetry and life patterns. I love it!
Wow! I am making a post it with this quote on it :..."Do not fear the destruction, do not fight it, do not march in protest or oppose, yet simply work at making things thrive. Let the sun fill you with the reminder of life, not a reminder of the time we have left." It will be on our wall of wonder this year. . THANK YOU!