A cool rain has pushed the warm humidity back to the south of central CT this morning, a bit too late for the crocus who could not endure such temperatures for long, but just in time for the daffodils and earliest, ephemeral, flowering shrubs.
Today will be an “indoor” day for this human being; a day to finish folding laundry, and prepare Easter gifts for the grandchildren before I head off for my daily visit with some of those grands this afternoon while I await news of a beloved having surgery today. I imagine I will be tired by this evening.
This “indoor-day” commemorates an indoor-dinner some two thousand years ago; a family and friends celebration of freedom from the bonds of slavery and the beginning of the long walk along the “moral arc” of time and space towards peace and justice. We certainly still have a ways to go, don’t we?
I have a small forest worth of blackberry plants to give away now, plenty of rhubarb, comfrey, and horseradish root, too. I have some plants set aside for those who have let me know their interest, and will begin putting the rest out at the “Free Little Garden Shop” (which is a simple board held up by two cinder blocks) tomorrow.
In these days of rising food prices, really, rising everything prices, growing your own berries, rhubarb, herbs, and fertilizer (comfrey leaves are wonderful for “chop and drop” mulch and compost tea; good for your plants, never to be ingested by mammals, including us!) is a small act of resistance, a blessing with, from, and for the Earth and, if you share what your garden provides, a bending of that moral arc towards the justice and peace most of us long for. It is so simple; perhaps this is why we overlook it.
Those two thousand years ago an itinerant teacher and healer gave his friends and family a new commandment, “Love one another.” He knew that the love he was teaching them, modeling for them, would turn the world right-side-up if it was practiced. I think those stubborn, frightened, excited, exhausted-by-injustice people probably did their best until the movement was co-opted by the powers that be, as most movements are as time passes.
It is time to reclaim our human journey towards love; time to take back our hearts, souls, and minds from the machinery of extraction and consumption. It is time to become fully realized human beings. It is time to become forces for good; for the common-good; for the good of All.
It is time to love one another.
Courage my dears. Open your hearts. Become compassion. Be lamps on stands. Be good to yourselves, and do good in the world. Practice the love that will turn the world right side up.
