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A remnant photograph from Autumn that I forgot to post.
Virginia Creeper, Parthenocissus quinquefolia, Vitaceae, Vine, Turtle Island
Fall color and berries. Yummy sweetness for our Wild Salad in season. Each level of growth has a different flavor. Shows up next to Poison Ivy so be aware.
Oxford English dictionary defines benevolent as wishing to do good; actively friendly and helpful. Empire creates sad, miserable souls who have never experienced benevolence, so how could we possibly expect them to be benevolent. We who believe in community were raised by families that (although maybe authoritarian like mine) showed us how to love and be kind and share with one another. We are the ones to build resilient communities. Start right where you are, say hello and hold one another through this madness.
Compassion is defined as pity inclining one to help or be merciful. I don’t like that definition. Pity sounds too needy. I want compassion to mean, placing oneself in another’s shoes and seeing us all as one. The American Heritage dictionary says it better – Deep awareness of the suffering of another. I still like my definition best. We are hippies and we see ourselves embodying the teachings of Jesus not espousing them and living in hypocrisy.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely, right? And the powerful run roughshod over us. What’s the endgame we wonder. We’ve been abandoned by the Establishment. If ever there was a benevolent and compassionate Establishment, we are not experiencing it now. We do have each other. You and I and everyone we can gather. Soon we will head back out to Mother, the most benevolent and compassionate and she will allow us to dance with her once again placing our hands in the dirt. The energy that vibrates through our fingers is love. The sun that shines down on our faces is love. The water that flows over our plants is love. Hours during our weeks soon, we can let it all go and let Spirit guide us through the growing season. Engaged in harmony. It’s all we’ve got, all we have ever had, all we ever will have.
I’m hoping to drop off some kitchen compost on my windrow at Sargent-Downing, hopefully the pile of snow plowed to the head of the driveway up to the garden has melted enough for me to drive over it or shovel it out of the way. First glimpse of garden for the season. I hope to take a walk along the river and finally get my Winter shots of my Plant Family as we head here down to Spring Equinox March 20. Can you smell Spring in the air?
Seeds start to arrive and the planning begins. Old family members and new family members and the anticipation of engaging the land with them. New skills and techniques to try. Recalling my new family that I got into the ground last fall, that I will nurture to life this Spring. I love native plants and have spent the years engaging with them. Very difficult at times, but plants are the one thing for which I have the most patience. It is cold, but the snow recedes daily and the evening is visibly lighter these days. Aaahhh, here we go…..