Sunday, June 28, 2020

Plants Communicate


Our little garden is teaching me. It talks and I listen and hear. Plants communicate.


For years I cultivated the earth where I lived. Then, after the death of my oldest daughter, Naomi, I lost interest in many things, divorced, and began years of traveling alone. I did not feel attached to places or things. 


Now, only in the last two years have I begun gardening again—albeit on a small scale. Amy and I share the enjoyment.


The goal in gardening is to bring a plant to fruition. That may be for flowers, vegetables or fruit. Some public gardens are decorative, with full time staff and entry fees, others are on family farms. 


I have begun longing for a life where most of my time is spent communing with nature. Cultivating, listening, then responding appropriately.


Unless native and wild, plants need tender care from beginning to end. The soil must be fertile and able to hold moisture and convey nutrients to the roots that feed the stems, shoots and leaves. Proper light is necessary for photosynthesis. Too much sunlight and heat can damage some plants. A gardener has to watch carefully . . . the plants show what they need by the way they grow. 


Pumpkin growing on a vine

People need similar loving care from beginning to end. 


Like plants, people need from the beginning shelter from storm and drought, loving nutrients to the roots, appropriate sunlight of guidance and education, space and training . . . states of being that promote growth and fruition. Contrast that to conditions too often seen in our world of humanity; barren circumstances, neglect, no “sunlight”, pests and attackers. 

Our problems are mostly of our own making. 


Lettuce and spinach under shade tent

When will our society become the beautiful garden it is meant to be?



1 comment:

Mary-Lela Gilbert said...

I love this Baha'i prayer for children.:
O Lord! I am a child; enable me to grow beneath the shadow of Thy loving-kindness. I am a tender plant; cause me to be nurtured through the outpourings of the clouds of Thy bounty. I am a sapling of the garden of love; make me into a fruitful tree.
Thou art the Mighty and the Powerful, and Thou art the All-Loving, the All-Knowing, the All-Seeing.
—‘Abdu’l-Bahá [7]