Quite a while ago, Wendy, of Picnic with Ants, suggested I join the Quote Challenge. To chose three quotes and write how they have inspired/changed/reflected my life.
The official rules are:
1. Thank the person that nominated you.
2. Write one quote each day for three consecutive days (3 quotes total)
3. Explain why the quote is meaningful for you.
4. Nominate three bloggers each day to participate in the challenge
So, thanks Wendy, for nominating me and thus making me review, think, ponder, puzzle, and such over which quotes I would chose. You are right, of course, I was over-thinking the whole process!
I won’t be nominating anyone else to participate in the challenge. I may take challenges on, but I don’t pass them along.
This is installment one:
inch by inch
row by row
gonna make this garden grow
all I need is a rake and a hoe
and a piece of fertile land
(Chorus from Garden Song, David Mallet – as sung by Pete Seeger, Peter, Paul & Mary, John Denver – among others)
When we rented a small house on a farm above the Grand Pre dikes, our landlord ploughed out a garden plot for us every spring. I decided when I was in the garden, no negative thoughts, no sad emotions, no envy, jealousy, guilt or shame. Only good vibes and to ensure I kept my promise, I would sing the chorus of the “Garden Song” I knew it from a John Denver version – probably the only John Denver song I liked, except for “Rocky Mountain High” as it was in one of my favourite all time movies, Jeremiah Johnson.
To this day, I sing that song no matter how small my garden space is: a pot in a window; a window box; a narrow strip of earth; containers of various shapes, sizes, and conditions; guerilla gardening; or just in my mind. When I am a garden space, I am calm, I am present, I am mindful (even before I knew what mindfulness was).
Sunday afternoon, I spread mulch (blackened cedar) for the first time as a favour for our friend/landlady. (I’m more of the compostey sort). And, I sang the chorus as I spread the wood chips under the cedars, around the daylilies and lavender. I was on my knees in a loose denim dress, no gloves (I dislike the feel of gloves on my hands unless absolutely necessary), playing in the mulch like a child might once have played in a sandbox.
It is good to be close to the earth – to embed it under your fingernails, to push it into the wrinkles and whorls of your finger prints. When we lose touch with Gaia, we severe a millenniums-old bond. She needs us more than ever.
© photo: phylor/lorraine 1989/2014/2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:42 pm
Beautiful post 💜
May 22, 2018 at 11:48 am
yes … the spirit of being able to be on one’s knees, to just clear the mind and pay attention to the task at hand, to listen to what this strip, bit or piece of earth, land and plants, along with all the other elements has to say … is a blessing …. and if approached as you have and do, you feel light ~ free ….
how amazing is this?
(I’ve never had the pleasure … or rarely …. go figure? for all the years of …. tending, designing, doing, working it …. but lately, I’m called to just sit on the earth, let the sun warm me, listen to the birds (holy holy are they really “noisier” this year than any I can recall) and just try to let my mind evaporate into the heat, the moment – which isn’t so easy for me …. but when I manage to dissolve and dissipate …. I feel alive in a way that is perhaps the only true freedom I’ve ever known …. a true gift of lightness)
June 5, 2018 at 11:28 pm
An amazing state of nature’s grace. There is something freeing; of abandoning that the earth gives.
Noisy birds mean many birds? If so, a good omen when many are in historically deep declines.
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June 7, 2018 at 3:07 pm
oh, this year, it’s the birds who are so completely holding court here …. it’s rare that it’s quiet, the birds are that busy! LOL – not that I’m minding it, but sometimes, it’s just a bit puzzling for all the trilling!
June 7, 2018 at 8:44 pm
What birds do you get singing, trilling, warbling, and generally making a cacophonous melody?
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June 7, 2018 at 8:56 pm
this year, the most vocal, are the robins! there seem to be more of them than usual – and they are out-voicing the Blue Jays, the chickadees, and the odd others, that transition through, like juncos. The few cardinals, however, are really loud! I mean, really loud. Calling back and forth – and maybe it’s a pair or 3 – but when they sing, they are on the top of the game.
The crows/ravens are boisterous as usual, but even they aren’t matching the robins this year. The robins, since their return, have been non-stop, even through the worst weather.
And some bird, I’m guessing it’s a robin, insists on one or two “lone calls” in the dead of night – some time usually between 2 and 3 a.m. It’s quite odd.
(of course, the owl, wherever it is, calls out too, in the night, echoing along the hills, and valley -but this is truly different) …. so this year, the robins are roosting.