Walking in my garden, I am always enchanted with the mystery of how, when we let the garden be…it will continually surprise us, and we absorb its essence in us, as part of the manifestation of the garden, just to be with it, beholding it. Then the doing of our labor and the beholding become an instinctive dance, both conscious and unconscious, filled with joy. We grow more connected, stepping back from doing, to allow the balance of being and beholding. Also, in the letting go, there is the giving back of energy. As the breath, in and out, the green grows… Love, Rebekah
Today's AM radio call in show was the regular gardening segment. And here most of the province was facing severe storm warnings! (I viewed the satellite pic … impressive, really.)
So there was a humorous exchange on what would thrive or at least survive here. It was a great talk!
And it put a peculiar twist on our trivial preferences.
Ok, spring is late, and cool, and the growing season is not long …
… good news: our asparagus is remarkably sweet!
*beam*
yum, asparagus.
All too true… I think all the time about what will survive and how I could save all the plants/herbs/trees I know from climate change… Many strange frosts hit here and many gardens lost age old plants that had flourished here for centuries. Wish I were a scientist/builder- or with means to help preserve what can be lost …
Dear Rebekah,
Inspiring !!
Love
Paul