Friends show up in the most unlikely of places or maybe in the most likely of places when I am not expecting relationships to blossom and become.. As I grow older and I break from old patterns and ways of being I am grateful for friends who embrace expansion and discomfort.. Friends, who unknowingly in just being themselves make my world more comfortable and content and fill me with the possibility of growth.. Friends who garden and meditate and think and actively work for change not by talking in comfortable circles but instead stepping into arenas to listen and truly grow like the plants they tend in their own gardens.. they actively pollinate.. by doing.
Rest
Most days when I wake I hit the floor moving, doing, working.. I like this about myself and my life. I feel engaged with my life when I am busy with good things. I feel like my life has purpose when I am doing. And I am thankful for the moments of pause and wonder in a life filled with so much. Today though, it's cloudy.. and the garden is still for moment in its growing. The bee balm has opened, the tendrils on the cucumbers know where to wrap themselves, the beans are picked, and the nasturtiums stretch. This morning, I rest. I drink my coffee, watch my bird friends, and lazily knit a sweater for the fall that will soon follow today's arrival of summer.
Happy SummerSolstice
Butternut Bloom
The vegetable life does not content itself from the flower or the tree a single seed, but it fills the air and earth with a prodigality of seeds, that, if thousands perish, thousands may plant themselves, that hundreds may come up, that tens may love to maturity; that, at least one may replace the parent.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
Rows
Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world. He is producing something to eat, which makes him somewhat independent of the grocery business, but he is also enlarging, for himself, the meaning of food and the pleasure of eating.
~ Wendell Berry: The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays
