Sacred Musings from the Garden
Up, around, and down, a doorway without a door, an archway into the infinite. This portal through world’s transports one into the silent mysteries of the natural world. Step inside, cross the boundary, and become initiated into the the universal rhythms, the cosmic hymns, and the ebb and flow of galaxies. The organic material world reveals these pulsations through its interaction with the atmospheres around. An archway is one of the most powerful symbols you can place as the gateway into your cultivated garden space.
As you enter, it becomes rather apparent that the obedience in the garden is to cosmic and planetary influences. Nothing natural ever rebels to these forces, rather they are integrated into their form as wisdom manifested. Each organic being birthed, lives, reproduces, and returns to the soils as compost. This is the web that ever-sustains.
How beautiful is it that when you watch a bee move pollen from flower to flower you are watching a sexual act of floral reproduction. Or when you see a bird moving soil for worms and bugs it is doing so in that in may feed itself and it’s young, and in turn the soils are tilled. How blessed is this obedience, for without each act the world would not be strung together, it all would fall apart. In the garden, as in nature, everything is given equal opportunity to participate, and all things are performing an act integral to the whole.
And so when you walk through that archway it is of utmost importance to leave the worrying’s of the civilized and the modern behind. For when you enter the magic and sacred whisperings of life, the mysteries will only be available if you are open to it. Eyes piercing the interplay, heart expansive to secrets, palms available for participation, and ears resonating to the quiet stirrings will feed the soul and its emanations.
From being on the fringes of the miraculous you pierce the magic. The way wind creates wood, substantiating vegetation and form. How heat pushes a plant into productivity and reproductive expression. How the dampness that sets in as the heat bubble bursts restores the earth and its inhabitants. And then when autumn’s dryness withers leaf, plant, and ripens fruit, there are seeds exposed revealing endless fertility. Then to see winter and its quiescent hibernation is to know rest, that all must hibernate to become replenished for spring’s birthing. That water is only possible because of cold descending down, and the depths of water represent the yearning for source. And as each seed from autumn dances to the depths of winter it is so that in spring the winds fling life, seed, and expression out into the welcoming participation of the planetary whole.
When we set the garden up for life to enter then we have less work in the long run. Rather the miraculous inter-dependence of creature, plant, and atmosphere reveals the inner obedience of working towards harmony, using checks and balances. Thus when you create a space you keep in mind every living thing around you and create it in such a way that all are welcome to play and rejoice upon your soils. The irony for the one tending is that the tended creates the tender, and what ushers forth is a deep reverence from the chamber of the heart, a knowingness that one comes from the soils of the earth and there one will return.
Walk through that archway and expand out into the mysterious life force pulsating around. Vitality replenished, spirit soothed, soul fed, you are initiated into the otherworldly. Let it take you over and when you become part of the cycles of the moon and the rhythms of the seasons you enter a knowledge that no one can ever take away from you.