How is the gardening in the backyard a gift within the crow’s burial? Something that came across my mind while watering this morning... How was it voicing its teachings? I looked around and it was quite transformed. Between all the seedlings there are about seven tomato plants, all diverse in its forms, basil, yellow bell peppers, cantaloupe, radishes, squash and pea seedlings ready to sprout, all surrounded by colorful marigolds that my neighbor slowly lengthens along the borders.
Visiting the garden there is a strong pull to come near the crow’s burial site, there between the rose bushes is the heart of all the heartbeats. Now after the outburst of light at dawn, pink rose petals falling right below, a layer of softness begins to caress the site of this magical creature.
There are also four cosmos plants grown from seedlings that were planted on the edges coming of age. In all the thousands of languages in the world today, with all their complexities there is but one language, the language of the Earth and its seedlings. The essence of which, is the most mysterious and yet simplest of all. These conversations among each stem, flower, fruit, roots and pollinators are of making whole, mirroring with abandon the natural cycle of life.. Healing taking place, not so much in the words written but in the blooming of the garden and as I ask what is it?, how to become whole again? how to hear the clear heartbeat of this incredible Mother Earth that supports our daily breath, all the answers become clear. The language of the soil, the transparent and rich fragances, the colors of the growing plants in their opening to the sun. Its not so much how I affect their presence but how do I reacquaint myself to their vibrations, their songs, their infinite giving. That is what gathers well being, wholeness.
The language of the soil is birth, beauty, abundance, fragrances and essence. Could I ask for anything else? It feeds not only the heart and soul but nurtures every cell in the body.
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