Saturday, July 4, 2015

Flowers Left Behind

I've fallen in love with moth mullein these past few weeks. Mullein likes the habitat in my vegetable garden, so dozens of plants spring up there. I keep transplanting them to various flowerbeds, or i give them away.

After the heavy rains last week beat down the long tall stalks of flowers, i harvested the stalks lying flat on the ground and brought them indoors.

Now they drop their flowers, one by one, onto the kitchen floor.

We, too, drop the flowers of our lives behind us.
People don't remember what you said, 
but they remember how you made them feel.

May we leave only the traces and fragrance of flowers behind us.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Enriching the Earth (or Potting Soil)

from the Rich Earth Institute
My sweetie slipped while hiking last week and had to be carried off the mountain by 10 EMTs. The next day he had emergency knee surgery to reattach his quadricep tendon to his knee. He's now in a leg brace and on crutches for 6 weeks. This makes getting up to pee in the middle of the night very difficult.

His solution is to pee into a pint-sized glass canning jar (and then screw on the lid). By morning, i have about 2 pints to empty. Rather than flush the contents down the toilet, i use them to water the flowerpots on my front step.

While using urine as fertilizer may make you cringe, hundreds of people around here are collecting their urine at home for use in fertilizing selected fields--a project of the Rich Earth Institute.

Water comes into our system, via the front door of the mouth, and water leaves our system, via the trap door at the bottom.

By fertilizing our plants with pee, we can also fertilize our contemplation practice, and begin to see things as they really are.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Transplanting, Pre-Heat

It's a cool morning. It rained heavily yesterday. So i happily transplant volunteer flowers from the vegetable garden into various flowerbeds--a purple-striped malva, white mullein, and Chinese forget-me-nots.

I sort of recall that the forecast calls for 82 degrees today, but, right now, it's such beautiful transplanting weather.

Do you notice the tendency of my mind to believe that (transplanting) conditions are going to remain just as they are? We know that everything changes, and yet we forget it again and again.

White Mullein (Verbascum)
This not seeing-the-world-as-it-is is called delusion. We want the world to be the way we want it to be. We want conditions to be they way they should be. Ha! As if that were possible.

And yet, if we simply agreed with things-as-they-are, we could be happy, 100% of the time.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

7 Night-Blooming Cereus

7 night-blooming cereus flowered last evening. So spectacular i don't even have words for it. I looked. And looked again. Beauty is so pleasant to look at. Then my eye drifts to another beauty.

I compare them. This one is a tiny bit more...., but that one is a tiny bit more in a different way.

My eyes drift away. I talk to my partner. I look back at the stunningly beautiful blossoms. I can't hold it.

Finally, i go to bed. I can no longer see them, except in my memory, which is not nearly so vivid as the real thing. My memory turns into a story about the purity of the beautiful flowers.

You can only take so much beauty before you become satiated. Enough. Beauty loses its oomph.

Until next year.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Life is Short

My night-blooming cereus bloomed last night. Its petals started popping apart at dusk, and by dark it was fully open and pumping its fragrance into the room.

I was awake at 2 a.m. and it was starting to look tired. By daylight, it had become a corpse. Life is short for night-blooming cereus--a single night.

Life is short for us human folk as well.

So you should view this fleeting world
As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.
                                                                     --Diamond Sutra
Deceased Cereus

Monday, June 29, 2015

Cutting Back Bulb Foliage

After 36 hours of rain, i waded into a few flowerbeds and came out soaking wet. I did something daring: i cut back bulb foliage (daffodils, hyacinths, and leucojum) while it is still green. I got tired of looking at all that strappy foliage lying down. There it is again: Every good thing (April-flowering bulbs) is accompanied by trouble (strappy foliage in June.)

The flowerbeds look so much better now that the old foliage has been cut down. I just hope this good thing (Ahhh! A cleaned-up flowerbed) isn't accompanied by trouble next spring (a paucity of flowers due to insufficient foliage).