"a garden abloom with the consequences of chance and choice
that makes us who we are."
Now there's a metaphor for a human with some jazz in it.
What seeds are sprouting in your personhood garden?
What old habits and patterns of behavior are you composting?
These words are worming their way through my inner garden plot,
shifting soil and aerating ground that's settled...
encouraging germination of dormant seeds.
Seeds of delight and quiet joy to crowd out
the weeds of discontent and apprehension.
My current physical garden contains
two mini meadows of pollinators,
several pots of happy lilies,
pots containing plants I cannot name;
and tomato plants that appear healthy (fingers crossed).
What makes me sing is the
quite prolific crop of milkweed thriving
and expanding in various spots
across our landscape;
a landscape becoming wilder each season
as our capacity for upkeep diminishes.
On this first day of winter's approach
and June's Strawberry/Mead/Honey full moon
I'm raising a toast to inner and outer gardens.
May your blooming be vigorous and your weeds be few.
Namaste'
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