Summer has blessed us with its fecundity. In the past few weeks, I have been working in the garden, and planted a second round of veggies, including Spinach, lettuce and chard. Beets, Nasturtiums, Kale, Broccoli, carrots, and Squash, are in full splendor. The Squash appears to be taking over the garden in a rather ‘Body snatcher’ like way. There is much humor to be had in watching the garden grow, and a lot of discussion with the unwanted varieties of weeds and insects. Flowers too! Our window boxes now burgeon with multicolored petunias. Begonias and gladiolas and Dahlias grace our front walkway. The world is clearing, cleansing and plentiful. Right now, we are welcoming much needed rain.
The world is experiencing a deep wounding and cleansing that has, up to now, seemed unimaginable. I sometimes think now, that the unimaginable is in fact the new norm, and we must expect what was once unpredictable as predictable.
In the midst of the unbelievable but becoming predictable, shootings in the US, the climate continues to warm, and new illnesses are plaguing us (in in some cases, literary plaguing us, as the Plague is back in some areas). Water has been shut off to a quarter of the Detroit community.
From climate change and our natural environment changing before our eyes, to global political mismanagement and absurdity, the Middle East has erupted in probably the worst fighting I have seen in decades, if not my whole life. As well as fighting in Afghanistan, Iraq, and other war torn areas, Israel and Palestine are now at war with each other over Gaza. The shadows of our collective past again rears its head as we struggle for find a home in a world with diminishing resources.
This is a lot to hold, and the weight of the world is often heavy. I find myself distracted and wondering what I can do.
It is at these times that I retreat into the garden and feel the quiet presence of its growing goodness. I converse with the Squash, the Cukes and the Broccoli, and help to define space for each so that none are crowded out. I have been working in mediating space so all feel able to grow at their own rates and speed. It has been tricky at times to define who has what bed, or for that matter, pathway to line up their vines to produce.
This year, Michael and I created a Medicine Wheel behind the garden. I have found it a powerful, daily reminder of the closeness of Spirit, and the need for me to go within to find the path inside.
I wish I could offer a magic something that would allow people to see clearly the pain that is being created by the ignorance, greed and anger of our world. I know each of us must come to this awareness ourselves. Meanwhile, we need to some how stop, look and listen. Sometimes the stopping is the first hurdle in being able to assess. It is for this reason that I hope – no pray – for there to be a Cease fire in Gaza. In our crowded world, we all need a place to be. May both the Palestinians and Israelis find a way to be at home on the earth and with each other.
Stop, look, listen. I try to remember this. In my ignorance, I keep coming back to the idea that we are not so different from each other, and, with a little effort, we might be able to see the small and rich things that are trying to bless us with their wonder.