Al;oha dear ones,
So much has been swirling around the cosmos lately. Aside from the obvious, catastrophic oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico (oh, it must be Mexico's problem), likely double dip recession (we can't call it the "Great Depression", that one was already used; let's just call it the "Boomer Depression", that a bit more appropriate), and, lest we forget, the passing of Dennis Hopper (not an insect).
There. Hit a couple of good ones? I know. I could have mentioned Gary Coleman, midterm primary elections, and the bishop of Arizona excommunicating one of the few remaining real Christians, but I'm barely human in many respects and I know you'll be able to deal with that. So let me proceed.
I'm dealing with all the negative by doing the only thing I can think of that won't affect anyone in a bad way. I'm not commenting on Elton John singing at Rush Limbaugh's 4th wedding?!?! I'm not caring if Kim Jong Ill is sinking South Koreas ships... hell, I don't even care if Al and Tipper are splitting up. I'm just planting my garden. With flowers and chard and tomatoes and herbs and squashes of various color and shape. I've even planted quinoa. And peppers- hot and sweet. The garden is the antidote to FaceBook and the Wall Street Journal online. It gets many more miles to the gallon than my car. I'm not breaking any laws. The birds seem to like it; but I'm hell on snails. I'm not going to sell what I grow. I won't speculate on it- it may all be eaten by critters before I get a chance to taste it. But I'm doing it because when I get my hands intro the dirt, the earth, I lose track of time and I don't fret. I get such a sense of belonging , as though this is exactly what I should be doing at this time- there is no contradiction. I see the earthworms and smell the the perfume of the soil. The sun warms my back. There is no way that I'm doing anything harmful at that very point in time. It is something so serene that I recall a multitude of places at other times when I felt just the same...totally and simply at peace.
There is much to be concerned with at present. We have a man made ecological disaster spewing from the depths of the ocean. Peoples concerns should be just this: use every means possible to stem the leak, and, when that has been done, stop the the process that would allow this to happen again. This spill is an ocean borne Chernobyl . We will not know the extent of it's destruction for decades. I pray that we will learn form this, but with all the finger pointing and political posturing taking place, I have doubts.
But this much is certain; we need to get back to the garden. We need to dirty our hands and feel the earth. We need to to taste the fruit of what we grow and take the time to reflect on what we have done and what we can do; and then , my friends, we must do it.
Much Love
So much has been swirling around the cosmos lately. Aside from the obvious, catastrophic oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico (oh, it must be Mexico's problem), likely double dip recession (we can't call it the "Great Depression", that one was already used; let's just call it the "Boomer Depression", that a bit more appropriate), and, lest we forget, the passing of Dennis Hopper (not an insect).
There. Hit a couple of good ones? I know. I could have mentioned Gary Coleman, midterm primary elections, and the bishop of Arizona excommunicating one of the few remaining real Christians, but I'm barely human in many respects and I know you'll be able to deal with that. So let me proceed.
I'm dealing with all the negative by doing the only thing I can think of that won't affect anyone in a bad way. I'm not commenting on Elton John singing at Rush Limbaugh's 4th wedding?!?! I'm not caring if Kim Jong Ill is sinking South Koreas ships... hell, I don't even care if Al and Tipper are splitting up. I'm just planting my garden. With flowers and chard and tomatoes and herbs and squashes of various color and shape. I've even planted quinoa. And peppers- hot and sweet. The garden is the antidote to FaceBook and the Wall Street Journal online. It gets many more miles to the gallon than my car. I'm not breaking any laws. The birds seem to like it; but I'm hell on snails. I'm not going to sell what I grow. I won't speculate on it- it may all be eaten by critters before I get a chance to taste it. But I'm doing it because when I get my hands intro the dirt, the earth, I lose track of time and I don't fret. I get such a sense of belonging , as though this is exactly what I should be doing at this time- there is no contradiction. I see the earthworms and smell the the perfume of the soil. The sun warms my back. There is no way that I'm doing anything harmful at that very point in time. It is something so serene that I recall a multitude of places at other times when I felt just the same...totally and simply at peace.
There is much to be concerned with at present. We have a man made ecological disaster spewing from the depths of the ocean. Peoples concerns should be just this: use every means possible to stem the leak, and, when that has been done, stop the the process that would allow this to happen again. This spill is an ocean borne Chernobyl . We will not know the extent of it's destruction for decades. I pray that we will learn form this, but with all the finger pointing and political posturing taking place, I have doubts.
But this much is certain; we need to get back to the garden. We need to dirty our hands and feel the earth. We need to to taste the fruit of what we grow and take the time to reflect on what we have done and what we can do; and then , my friends, we must do it.
Much Love
Thank you, Dear Buzz, for putting it all into perspective.
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