September 8th

Vitality

Snail, tiny spiral in calcified membrane;
Inchworm, a hairpin dragon;
Bumblebee, blob of velvet black and yellow;
White butterfly, syncopated burst of gladness;
Naked bulbs, white pubic tentacles in crumbling soil;
Pears, children of earth and sun.


If you ever doubt life, you need only spend a little time tending a garden. You will see great diversity. Everywhere that you look there will be some dynamic event in progress. Perhaps it's the way a lotus sprouts up from the rot and mud, or the way that an earthworm dances a writhing passage through the dirt. The smell of moist earth is strangely stirring, the sight of growing trees wonderfully appealing. No matter how well tended a garden is, there is constant entropy and disorder. That is fine. That is the way it is supposed to be. Our schemes and our aesthetics are imperfect. Our minds cannot comprehend the diversity of nature. Let nature take its variegated course. Variety is vitality.

Personal Interpretation

Gardens are full of vitality. There is perhaps no greater microcosm of the processes of nature. We till the soil, plant seeds that will become the food that will nourish us, pick weeds that encroach. Our efforts are endless. This is ok. Things in nature die and are replaced by new things. Decay leads to rebirth. A number of cycles are at work in the garden. The variety that meets our eyes is vitality. It is life. We should work to see the beauty in it, and in ourselves, for we too are vital despite the fact that we often see more to loathe than to love.