plant the seed and the grass grows on its own. . .

I almost made it an entire year without writing in my blog. But, just as I said in my last entry, today I felt like putting my thoughts down on paper.” I put them down so I can see what I am thinking, and “feel” what I am feeling, not so much that I think you need to read my thoughts. but then, again, it could be that I hope to find a kindred spirit in my musings.

This morning I read John Petersen’s February 6, Future Editions and was struck by an article written by Michael Snyder: Warnings of an Impending Economic Collapse. It reminded me that, to put it mildly, these are exciting times we are living in. Just how do we share our thoughts, fears, and anticipations without creating fear or being cast as a doomer? Can’t one just be a “fact finder?” (I grew up with Dragnet and Sergeant Joe Friday saying, “Just give me the facts, Mamm.”)

Over the years I have listened to many different teachers tell me to live in the now, not the future. Perhaps what has been missing in my understanding of living in the now is that “Now” encompasses past present and future. If I am truly in the now, I am intuitive, connected to the whole, and I automatically anticipate the unexpected. I suspect that if I, or anyone, were truly in the ever present now there would be very few “surprises.”

Fast forward to my present “now”. I am enrolled in a Master Gardener class and loving every minute. This morning I mailed the dirt from our greenhouse to the University of Maine for a soil test. Who knew I could be so interested in dirt? Not me. These days I wake up asking, “How can I support life?”

I like to think that I have a reasonable idea of many, but not all, of the ongoing challenges in our world that have the potential to drastically affect the way we live. At the personal level, there seems to be little I can do to avert the crisis. Regardless of who I vote for, it seems to me they are all clueless as to the real mess we are in. And we are just as clueless to the fact that since 1964, the re-election rate for members of the U.S.House of Representatives has never fallen below 85 percent. How can we expect change when we keep sending the same Congress back to Washington over and over?

There is much that I can’t change, but there is much that I can. I can learn about soil and seeds and climate and water. I can listen to the plant devas and the hosts of other Spirits that whisper ways to live in this world that are in harmony with all other life. I can do things outside my comfort zone, turn off TV (Netflixs), play the piano, watch the chickens, stretch, share with my partner.

The next time I am in such a rush to get somewhere, clean the house, grocery shop. . .I can just stop. (Sound familiar?)

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