Eden

In late June, I left a garden with veggie-seedlings I had nursed, for the second year since becoming an urban farmer, some of them from seeds I collected from the heritage, organic seeds I purchased last year.

I returned five weeks later, after an epic voyage to the old country, to a jungle - half overgrown, half filled with food ready to eat. To the unschooled eye, this photo looks like a fugue for nine voices all in a mass of green. Me, I have just learned to recognize the wonderful herbs and vegetables that make up this greenery. (How many can you identify?)

It's a miracle.
That it should be so easy and delightful, and such a fertile collaborative project (with me being only a small part of the process), to begin to learn the ancient arts of food-growing and the most fundamental self-reliance.

I am so grateful to have the soil and yard and water, and health and teachers and instincts - and insects -, etc, to be able to do this.

I offer this blip, then, not as an art photo but as testimony to the great abundance and life-force that surrounds us and is willing to be harnessed, so much of the time. And I offer this as a prayer for the souls of the people who are suffering the results of situations where these same elements are out of balance.

To those who have just departed, from hunger, heat or floods, my spirit bows to you. Thank you for your play in this life-force field;
joyful travels onwards.
Oooommmmmm.