My new blog will be called, “What Hecate Said.” ;^)
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My garden does for me what Ram Dass’ book did for so many of my generation: My garden calls to me to Be Here Now. I can be thinking of work, family issues, politics, the frustrations of Living While Female in the Patriarchy, and then go out to sit with the maple, and the ostrich ferns, and the Japanese Temple Pines and, all of a sudden, a few hours have passed, I’m completely at peace, and I’ve engaged in a spiritual practice as old as womankind. I can go out to weed the herb bed and the containers of mint, and bergamot, and lemon grass, and, somehow, I come away feeling as if I’ve wreaked at least a bit of order (such as it is) in this tiny corner of a universe constantly balancing between mad, creative, chaos and lovely, secure, order. I can walk around and smell the lilacs, the just-about-to-bloom sage, the tarragon (“dragon’s wort” to my witchy mind), and the French thyme, and come inside high as a kite, as mad as any worshiper of Dionysus, intoxicated by the simple over-stimultion of the connection between the cells on the inside of my nose and the neurons in my brain.
And, so, I am a gardener.
May it, if you wish it, be so for you.
via Hecate: Why I Garden.
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I wish I were able to garden now. It used to be a way to ease tension for me when things were going wrong in my life. There is something about interacting with nature that is soothing and calming. I miss that outlet.
I find working in clay like that: both of them have to do with digging in, mushing around and playing with dirt. =]