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“When jarred, unavoidably, by circumstances, revert at once to yourself, and don’t lose the rhythm more than you can help. You’ll have a better group harmony if you keep going back to it.”
-Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
…or in other words….
“I feel better when I’m dancin’! Yeah, Yeah!”
-Meghan Trainor
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My little world has changed a lot since my last post. And the big world has too. One thing that hasn’t changed is my obsession with plants and flowers. I’m still doing weird stuff like this…
That’s my garden journal and bed mapping system.
There is a newly-tilled bed out front that I’ve mounded for a “Three Sisters” garden. I seeded it over the weekend with corn. This is my first serious experiment with a sisters garden. I will keep you posted on further developments.
In other news: nearly eight years ago, a friend gave me a small prickly, pokey yucca plant. A few weeks ago, quite unexpectedly – KAPOW! – this happened…
For the first time ever she bloomed a stalk of soft white blossoms nestled in her fortress of spikes. It seems my yucca is not a little girl anymore. I kind of/sort of knew yuccas could bloom because my grandmother, Kiki, had a couple yuccas in her back yard and one year they bloomed unexpectedly. Kiki was all beside herself about it in a way that I didn’t understand then, but that I totally get now. It strikes me as odd that some part of me held this memory seed below the murky waters of consciousness. When I received this plant as a gift, I knew it was special. I also knew without looking it up that the plant was a yucca – just as well as I knew my own name, because that’s what Kiki taught me. But somehow this plant needed to show its petals for the details of the memory to fully bloom in my own awareness and understanding.
The lamb’s ear in the sensory garden is also doing a new stalk-bloomy thing that it has never done before…
How can you not love this plant’s architecture? Just look at the symmetry, the geometry, and the texture! Every time I pass this bed, I want to jump in and roll around in it…which reminds me: I have sweet nothings to whisper into the little lamb’s ear. Until next time!
Temple and tempo
rhythm and roar
dance
to the beat
of Earth’s shore
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