Perspective!

Longing I went out to garden this hot summer evening. Well, it’s not officially summer but the 90 plus degree weather makes it seem like mid July in the mid west. It’s the kind of weather where I am moist all over even before I get my garden gloves on. I feel healthy and energized. My garden is looking healthy and energized this season – the plants stand so tall and lush. It’s almost as if they are bragging about their beauty. I just smile. I haven’t wanted to do much in the way of gardening the last several years. This season is different. With every weed I pull, with every seed or seedling I plant, I feel as if I am coming alive again. It’s a good feeling and I am curious about what this could mean. While digging, I notice a storm brewing in the distance. The sky is dark to the north. My skin senses the temperature dropping degree by degree and I find myself beckoning to the clouds, “Come this way, come over here and water my little piece of heaven!” When the wind becomes fierce and the sky quite black, I reluctantly head for my house with a squeal of delight. The probability of rain is increasing with every hurried step. Thunder, lightening and rain saturate the earth and my soul feels strangely refreshed. Sometimes, I wonder if I should just step out of the chaos of life and plant melons and tomatoes. There is an orderly pattern emerging here and I experience such comfort and safety within the confines of this little plot. All the while my heart is silently singing: There Is Only Love. I wonder if the world would miss my song if I stayed solidly rooted in the fenced in area behind my house. I wonder if my heart could stand the isolation even in the midst of such exquisite beauty. I entreat nature to share her wisdom with me; to allow answers to reveal themselves as systematically and effortlessly as the moon appears to rise. I want to know. Song by David Kisor: Bend Willow Bend Bend Willow Bend by David Kisor Bend, willow bend Till your branches touch the ground Fly, snowbird fly Till a warmer home is found Turn, seasons turn, burn, wildfire burn Take me with you as you go There’s so much I don’t know There’s a lot I want to learn Dance, thistle dance In the rustling of the breeze Flow, river flow Till your waters kiss the seas Die, sunset die, rise, half moon rise Take me with you as you go There’s so much I don’t know There’s a lot I want to try From the earth to the stars, all the dreams you are As you rise to fall, teach me all So when I die I’m not afraid of death Having lived my life till there’s no living left Like my weeping friend Grow to touch my roots again So bend, willow bend From the earth to the stars, all the dreams you are As you rise to fall, teach me all So when I die I’m not afraid of death Having lived my life till there’s no living left Like my weeping friend Grow to touch my roots again So bend, willow bend