This gallery contains 3 photos.
Are you stressed? This Free course can help! Click on the picture!
I wanted to remind myself to not forget myself in all the busyness going on. Who else is so busy they can’t remember which day it is?
Do you see yourself in this image, standing in solitude in the middle of the sky, surrounded by all of creation.
Or do you feel the odd one out, all alone in the world with no-one to see or care for you?
In the day or in the night aspiring to reach perfection to burst to the apex of creativity, and spread the seeds for the future totally abandoned, but not fearing. I feel like the ‘American Flag’ Leek who model standing straight in spite the winds, and storms and thunders and anything else out there in the garden. Proud but totally unaware about itself. In fact just being itself. This I aspire too…
On this eve of the Summer Solstice I ventured to my garden, and I pondered my present situation. A great sadness came over me as I was sitting on my bench under the apple tree. I have known this sadness for some time. It is the sadness that arises when your friend denies you, or your partner has turned his love into hate, and your communications are in vain. What is the point in trying to bridge the gap?
So I ventured into my garden to get reprieve. I was met with hundreds of 5-6 feet tall Valerian flowers standing like an angel guard all around me. In the height of the day they were glorious and reminded me to also stand tall in what ever I do and not sway from my center.
What if one is right and the other is wrong, does it make us better persons. Why not see how much the other person suffers, rather than trying to inflict pain by exacting the truth the other person wants to hear.
In making peace, do I take on the role of making nice, to avoid the conflict and attempt to restore peace. Where really there are none, just more challenges and the stress of coping with it all.
Does a combatant know how his or her actions or accusations land in the psyche of the other person? Probably not, if he or she could feel empathy in that moment – the war would stop. My Valerians move gently in the almost non existent breeze, it is hot… later it is cooler, then I may see these Valkyries again in the moon light this time, even more elegant, and powerful yet delicate. Beauty is there, no question! Immense beauty into the very core…
I take sustenance yet again by visiting my Valerian flowers this particular sorrowful moment – to experience such beauty is rare. I will survive it, while each flower quickly dies to give fruit to the next generation….
I will die too, in this moment. Die to the sadness, and to bury it to recover my joy. It will be so!
Thank you Great Spirit for Valerian Flowers!
Today is the day that the dragonflies arrived, just all of a sudden appeared massive clouds of these little helicopters. This year they are not very big, about an inch and a half at the most. I treasure the dragonflies a lot because as soon as they come, the population of mosquitoes, deer flies, and other biting things are reduced, eaten by the dragon flies. I find relief in that for obvious personal reasons. Then the swallows catch the dragonflies to feed their babies, all natural, right?
The dragonflies impress me, I find them noble and sovereign, and they are not shy to show themselves in all their brilliance. Although at first they have a darkish colour, their wings make up for it by reflecting a kaleidoscope of colour and light. Perhaps dragonflies ignited the imagination of small beings of nature in humanoid form called fairies, gnomes and other creatures of fairy tales.
Of course in the third dimension there are no such things, only animals, insects and ourselves. And yet we are so little removed from being animals. Being hungry we eat, this may include once living beings. No judgement here, just observation. We in turn are eaten too, by bugs, parasites and worms, or in the odd case by a tiger. When I visited Brazil I heard about a tour guide who didn’t show up one day for his group. Later they found out that it was because his young son had been eaten by a jaguar…
I am contemplating how I can make a difference in the world. How can I rise above my own immediate needs, to see what is going on and help? I am not a Gandhi, who on a global level showed us an example of non-violence for a higher good. I want to live happy and comfortable, and I guess every one on this planet, wants this also, so what should we do?
I am a lazy being by nature, I love just hanging out and relaxing but sometimes I have to pull up my socks and start working. Look at the dragonflies, all they do is flying around and look for food and a mate that is how their species survive until the next generation. So all summer the offspring in the forms of worms in the earth build their bodies and strength, and at the end of the season they morph into a chrysalis and wait patiently for transformation. Are we like those worms in wait of transformation?
I felt just like that when the pain of great challenges appeared and I gradually got a small glimpse of what I could be. I too am on a journey like everybody else here. What perhaps enlightened beings did just before the moment of realization was to go through great temptations and challenges.
By seeing that our world holds us here by our own strong desires and attachments we may realize that there is a place free of that, where we are in union with our source. Some put in the work of doing this work; others are continuously caught up in the cycles of life as it happens with challenges and problems.
I love dragonflies, because it suits me, they eat the bugs that otherwise would bite me, they are inspiring and beautiful to observe and they do not harm me. I cannot say the same about deer flies, which come cleverly and take chunks of flesh from my body leaving an itchy welt for days. Could I learn to love them too?
I must say the weather has improved the last couple of days, hot today quite hot. Planted my snow peas about a month later than everybody else. Have you noticed that somehow there are always some seeds left when you got to the end of your bed. I put the leftover peas in a small plastic container and stuck it under my garden bench.
Now today I came across them, half of my little snow peas had germinated. So I had to dig a new bed for them – I could not just leave them un-planted now when they showed me they are alive. I had to get them in the earth now… digging is now my favorite thing. One gets blisters on the hands, even though I have good gloves.
Then I turned to my medicine wheel, it is sometimes frightening to see the mass of weeds … until one discovers their strong willingness to live. I feel the weeds teach me patience . Especially thistles with stingers on.
I had invested in 3 adorable plants called All-Heal. I just felt happy when I saw them at the nursery. I planted them in a nice tidy row all tree of them. As I watered them they somehow sent me their thanks for being in the earth now. I put the bucket of water away, and when I went back to check on my wards, they seemed to have stretched out having soaked up the sun and water. They were glowing… I am seeing things perhaps, but it make me happy.
I look over my wheel, it is laid out like a pie, and some of these triangular pie shapes is waiting to be weeded and inhabited with ‘real’ plants. But not today however, the sun is bearing down on me. And I have to do some other work as well.
Well it has been raining all night, thunder and lightening… and I woke up at 2.30 am and decided to go see about my cat, a kitten. He might be scared by the thunder. But he was fine and was purring nicely…
We have had so much rain lately, no point in going out to cut any grass today… maybe it will clear up by tomorrow. There is the dishes to do, I guess… but I love listening to the rain.
Grass, twitch grass is everywhere. I am not sure where it comes from. It is like g-d it just is in everything. And would you leave a piece of ground open, sometimes even the next day little tiny grass sprouts show their juicy tips.
I read that it survives with underground root thread all over the place, you can really not get rid of it. However if you cover the earth with a piece of broadloom carpet for about a year you will have a fairly clean slate to start with.
I can see it now square footage of broadloom all over my garden… ehh no.
I know it has health benefits, you gather the roots in a big pile then you clean and dry them. The advantage is you get a good workout on the digging and then developing compassion seeing these little suckers on the drying rack slowly perish. But make no mistake, if you put them back in the ground, you can be sure to find more grass coming.