The garden is one of the two great metaphors for humanity. The garden is about life and beauty and the impermanence of all living things. The garden is about feeding your children, providing food for the tribe– it’s part of an urgent territorial drive that we can probably trace back to animals storing food. It’s a competitive display mechanism, like having a prized bull for the best tomatoes and english tea roses. It’s about winning, about providing society with superior things and about proving that you have taste and good values and you work hard. And what a wonderful relief every so often to know who the enemy is, because in the garden the enemy is everything– the aphids, the weather, time. And so you pour yourself into it, care so much and see up close so much birth and growth and beauty and danger and triumph and then everything dies anyway–life. But you just keep doing it.
Anne Lamott from Bird by Bird
“Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being.”
And the hard wheel in the chest’s center becomes a soft wheel.
The thing I like most about time is that it’s not real. It’s all in the head. Sure, it’s a useful trick if you wanna meet someone at a specific place in the universe to have tea or coffee. But that’s all it is, a trick. There’s no such thing as the past, it exists only in the memory. There’s no such thing as the future, it exists only in our imagination. If our watches were truly accurate the only thing they would ever say is NOW.
Sunday Candy by Chance the Rapper
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brey of my heart. I am I am I am.”
photo cred: Beth Parnaby