Wednesday, August 24, 2016

The winds that make you want to dance alone

By the numbers, August is a busy month in the garden. All eight heads of garlic have been harvested, dried, trimmed, and put in the kitchen pantry for use. I have made and frozen two batches of pesto. I have picked, peeled and canned eight jars of tomatoes. I have made three jars of homemade ketchup. I sold a baby walker on kijiji and spent almost all of my profit at the farmer's market on even more produce that I have been busy preserving or baking and freezing. This is the time the year where the ants work, work, work to prepare for the coming winter and deprivation from fresh, locally-grown produce. 

Basil 

Homemade ketchup
Having a small edible garden and literally reaping the fruits of my labour is so rewarding. I remind myself of this when I am ears-deep in tomatoes I need to process this very instant or risk them  spoiling. I have so many ideas of what to do differently next year, what to try, what not to repeat. Gardening is such a metaphor for so many situations, isn't it? Right now, that metaphor is, "don't bite off more than you can chew." While it would be great to add in even more tomato plants next year, or try my hand at beets and carrots, I have to remember August, and how busy it all becomes!

Carlton tomatoes



I have been in the kitchen a lot while the girls colour, make forts, play out front, and do whatever it is little girls like to do in the waning weeks of summer vacation. I relish in this quiet time stirring, boiling and chopping. It is the most real-life application of meditation when I leave the radio off. Focus on the task at hand. Repeat each motion. It has also been fulfilling and sparking my creative forces, coming alive through new recipe adaptations, finding new uses for my fried lavender, and arranging the vase of sunflowers. I feel more moved to write, spontaneously, and that is such an electric feeling. 


I'll leave you with a poem I've just read and been re-reading this last week by American poet Mark Nepo. I hope you'll like it. It's called, Breaking Surface, and is very carpe diem.

Let no one keep you from your journey.
no rabbi or priest, no mother
who wants you to dig for treasures
she misplaced, no father
who won't let one life be enough,
no lover who measures their worth
by what you might give up,
no voice that tells you in the night
it can't be done.
Let nothing dissuade you
from seeing what you see
or feeling the winds that make you
want to dance alone
or go where no one
has yet to go.
You are the one explorer.
Your heart, the unreadable compass.
Your soul, the shore of a promise
too great to be ignored.

2 comments:

  1. wow that poem hit me hard, very real for me at the moment. Adding to my list of inspirational musings when I need it.

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