Valerian Flowers

Valerian Flower – the Queen of Peace

My Valerian Flowers

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 is the cause of all this suffering so needlessly inflicted by harsh words?

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!

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Dragonflies came today

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?

Dragonflies and our spiritual purpose

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…

What is the point of this story?

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?

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All-Heal and my unfinished bed…

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.

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A complaint…

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.

Twitch Grass (Elytrigia Repens)

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.

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Ease of Work

I basically love life, but with myself I have had some challenges to give myself what I need. But my garden is such a resource of rejuvenation. Even the black flies help me see that. Gardening is work I was told, oh yes my back hurts when digging gets to intense… like digging potato rows.

Potatoes is the mama of vegetable, grows and give fruit in almost any conditions. All winter long we eat potatoes, I love potatoes. Cooked, fried, baked and roasted on the pan.

Potatoes teach me about ease of work. Just get them planted, and mulched them, then no more work. In the fall, just go and pick them up.  And they last… A horn of plenty for sure.

But I have no complaints… not at this time!

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I write to you in earnest…

How can I say this best, I felt overjoyed to share my delight about my garden. These are the private entries of a ”gardener in training.” Yes they train me to become a better person. With they I mean my plants and the beings in my garden.

One year I learned the lesson of Lavender. Lavender showed me about endurance in an extremely dry period… I had not much water for my Lavender plants. And there was no hose long enough to reach my Mandala Garden. My Lavender endured where most other things I planted perished. Similar to myself I think, enduring in spite the drought.

Water is like emotions flowing, and my garden sustains me. I use my garden more for learning peace than to grow food.  I am sure I am using my garden to sustain my soul…

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My Mandalas

Welcome to my world of mandalas, I build them all around me. They are circular things. I like to surround them with rocks to create one more circle. My mint is surrounded by rocks,  a small circle a small mandala, or not so small. I love that feeling.

Mint is refreshing and vigorous, it is almost impossible to impede its growth. I learned that mint is a teacher for love of living. For the life-force within us. It wont be quenched. It grows, in rain and shine.

Then it makes lovely tea, mint comes in all flavors. I love my mint.

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