When I was younger I believed there were such things as 'weeds'. About 10-12 years ago it started to dawn on me that the term "weeds" was keeping me from seeing what was really there in front of my eyes: reality does not have the least care what my perceptions or prejudgements might be. But those judgements and labels I carried could cause me to be blind to a far more rich and bountiful world than I was allowing.
A few years ago it occurred to me that we pass by multiplied miracles every day. We are so oblivious to most astounding things. Blades of grass probably contain more information than most human libraries. Yet we walk on lawns filled to the brim with countless such blades. Ha! Its just grass! Sure, whatever your labels tell you ...
One time I was "weeding" a bed and found some Timothy grass growing verdantly along the edge of a half rotted board that was used to edge the bed. That grass was growing better than the "planted" items in the middle. I noticed it, envied it. It bothered me that without the benefit of my wonderful "gardening" efforts this grass was doing so well. It puzzled me to pieces, really. But then I forgot about it ... until this year ... when I read about "Kugelkulture". (hmmm)
Then I laughed at myself: silly boy. That grass was waving a big, fat sign in front of your face, but you had so many labels pasting your eyes shut you couldn't see it. Time to wake up, Mr Gardener! Rub that sleep from your eyes. See the world that IS, not the world that I think it is.
Well, that's all I'm confessing today. I've had my daily "humble pie" dietary needs satisfied. Gotta go look for some half rotted wood to help my "gardening" efforts along.
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Allen Pollock, ( Owner of Gentle Breeze Farm, LLC located in Windham, Maine )
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