The water-sucking, green carpet front lawn paradigm needs to be re-thought.
A neighbour’s enthusiasm for creating a more insect-friendly environment by letting our lawns grow inspired me to experiment. I’ve mowed the grass 3 times so far this summer, and on the highest setting (about 4 inches). Also, I’ve established a no-mow zone about 10 feet by 12 feet in an oval around some little birch trees. I keep an eye out for noxious-type weeds, but have been letting other little things fly in and take root.
Today I found ripe wild strawberries in a little patch. I ate the tiny tasty fruit, remembering foraging for these as a kid in a nearby field. Remembering the sweet sun-warmed tiny treasures – just there, free for the taking. After 50 years of remembering, I knelt down close to the earth and foraged again. Tasting the wild sweetness of summer…
And other discoveries too! Different wildflowers are flying in. My lawn mowing must look quite comical as I swerve around in crazy patterns so as not to disturb the beauty.
The intense unexpected beauty just waiting to take root in our lives.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing
we settle into being
knowing all will be well
there is a field. I’ll meet you there
where true meeting occurs
when the soul lies down in that grass
it sinks into green into cool
the world is too full to talk about
the silence is full
we settle, and are.
dreamscape shreds into realtime
realtime sinks into dream
fills up the in-between
Xtra pressure is applied.
(just had to nuke those last 6 letters!!!)
This summer I made a first trip to the west coast, where two of my sons currently live. Along with a wonderful chance to drink in the verdant beauty of Victoria, BC, the trip also afforded me some precious time to rethink how I am called to “mother” now.
When my children were small, so much energy went into loving them and making sure they were safe and happy. As they’ve become independent and moved on and away, there have been little moments of panic – how can I keep them safe now? They’re so far away…!
The realization crept upon me that it was always only an illusion that I was ever keeping them safe. The universe flowed through me to nurture and protect them… and the universe still does this, not only through me, but through other channels as well.
There is a sweetness in this truth. Love is infinitely creative, constantly manifesting in new and unimagined ways.
The universe truly has “got our back”!
There has been a little turbulence in my life lately – some of my own making, some from other sources… I’ve been looking at how I respond/react… At times, it’s in such a way that increases suffering, at other times in such a way that is a little more skillful, and may even invite in the possibility of happiness.
But in all this, the question: who is the one doing these actions? A good person? A bad person?
I’ve recently concluded: neither. It’s all a flowing context that includes me (and everything else). And what is important is, do my actions increase the suffering in this context – or do my actions lessen the potential suffering in this context – ?
I cannot rest on any previously acquired “laurels” saying that I am a “kind/compassionate/patient/loving” person, because then I go ahead and succumb to anger and have a meltdown that places me into a different category entirely!
The “suffering/happiness” that my actions create is all that matters.
If only I can bear this in mind when it comes down to the crunch! A little pause to reflect on the potential consequences of my actions, enough to allow reason to influence the decision to respond with kindness, compassion, patience, and love.
Through all of life’s turbulence, may I respond with kindness;
Through all of life’s turbulence, may I respond with compassion;
Through all of life’s turbulence, may I respond with patience;
Through all of life’s turbulence, may I respond with love.