Folks, thank you for the warm welcome. I too am immersed in the garden with building new, raised beds in between planting. Between my work and MY WORK (Diggin' in the Dirt and receiving Abundance), I find myself more and more disinterested in being Online. However, a community of like-minded folks is always a welcome Retreat for lifting the Spirits. If we are Dust from Dust, then what's the Big Rush!!!
I've been gardening since I can remember. The last couple of years have found me growing more perennials and sharing them with others around the country and the world. Atash and I met through his discovery of my offering of a California strain of Tree Collards. It's a lot of time/work to ship them, but if anyone is overwhelmed with the thought of growing them, then give me a shout and I'll advise you on the process.
I've been reading George Ure at <b>
http://www.urbansurvival.com/blog/</b> for the last six months which got me thinking about the "possible" approaching Perfect Storm. Due to early childhood experiences, I've always been a survival-oriented person. (Has a discussion/discourse occurred yet regarding the "idea" of survival? What does it mean for each person and their family? If it hasn't been explored in-depth, I'd like to start a thread as I find myself shifting along a continuum of more Zen-Go-with-the-Flow noFUD (fear, uncertainty & doubt) attitude vs. one of "Better be ready for the 'crisis.'" I said "possible approaching Perfect Storm" earlier because I want to believe all my/our focus on "Being Prepared" is/was just an interesting & enlightening chapter in our lives. Is it really necessary to hold images in the mind of some "fantastic, aweful" future? Would it not be simpler, easier, more relaxed to live from a more Pastoral, Primal/Indigenous kind-of Way? What is the nature of living from a state of great equanimity? Being in Suburbia, I know it's not as simple as saying "Walk the Practical Path" with "Mystical Feet" or "Be in the World, not Of the World!" Oh, I'm jumping ahead of myself in already starting a dialog around the "nature of survival" and what it means to us.
My world-view has shifted dramatically and radically since my 93 year old mother moved in with us three years ago. What are the Kubler-Ross five stages of how we deal with grief, anguish, tragedy? I believe they apply to our process living with my mother. <b>Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance.</b> I told my wife today that my mother (as teacher) prepares us for staying calm and grounded in any crisis situation or when dealing with difficult folks. Maybe I'm just searching for a view of the Great Picture.
A half Chambered Nautilus shell sits on my desk. Tetrabranchiate Cephalopod! What a lovely sound! As the shell grows, its structure describes a mathematical curve called a Fibonacci Number. If you haven't heard of Fractals, do a Net search for Fractal Images which grow from the Fibonacci mathematical sequence. This Nautilus reminds me of the geometric formula known as the <b>The Golden Mean or The Golden Ratio.</b> The spiral of the shell can be found throughout the human body and throughout nature. A spiral galaxy and a drawing of the human ear express the same mathematics of creation. That's awe-inspiring!
There is a fundamental ratio found over and over again in nature that seems to please human perceptions. There are great theological and philosophical implications in the name <b>Divine Proportion</b> . . . ha . . . which brings us full-circle to the FundaMental question: How does "being a survivalist" and "Divine Proportion" peacefully co-exisit? Maybe Pythagoras (one of the great architects of proportional thinking) can answer that question for us. He and his students always started serious letters (messages) with <b>"Health to You"</b> as a greeting most suitable for both body and soul, encompassing all human goods. Without Health, in all it's permutations, (healthy boundaries, healthy lifestyle, healthy Giving to others, etc.) we easily succumb to the vices and toxic thinking of the Herd. <b>Signpost</b> Don't get too close to the Herd; it has a devious way of pulling you in. And the last thing we want to do is find ourselves stuck in the middle of the herd with this sense of "no way out." Reminds me of a great Rainer Maria Rilke poem:
It's possible I am pushing through solid rock
in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone;
I am such a long way in I see no way through,
and no space: everything is close to my face,
and everything close to my face is stone.
I don't have much knowledge yet in grief
so this massive darkness makes me small.
You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in:
then your great transforming will happen to me,
and my great grief cry will happen to you.
Rainer Maria Rilke
I sat here to type out a few words of introduction and found myself surfing that proverbial Wave to the Farthest Shore.
Thanks for listening. May we find health through a sympathetic resonance. As Timothy Leary once said: <b>"Turn on, tune in, drop out"</b>
Most folks never got the true meaning of that statement. The phrase is derived from this part of Leary's speech:
“Like every great religion of the past <b>we seek to find the divinity within and to express this revelation in a life of glorification and the worship of God.</b> These ancient goals we define in the metaphor of the present — turn on, tune in, drop out." He further elaborates in his autobiography:
"'Turn on' meant go within to activate your neural and genetic equipment. <b>Become sensitive</b> to the many and various levels of consciousness and the specific triggers that engage them. Drugs were one way to accomplish this end. 'Tune in' meant <b>interact harmoniously</b> with the world around you - externalize, materialize, express your new internal perspectives. 'Drop out' suggested an elective, selective, <b>graceful process of detachment from involuntary or unconscious commitments.</b> 'Drop Out' meant <b>self-reliance,</b> a discovery of one's singularity, a commitment to <b>mobility, choice, and change.</b> Unhappily my explanations of this sequence of personal development were often misinterpreted to mean 'Get stoned and abandon all constructive activity'."
Adieu my fellow Inquiring Minds~
Stay positive: there still is Hope.
<b>"Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Alexander Pope"</b>