I want to share this with the folk on this board. Other relgio-type boards might not get it.Days like yesterday remind me that one of my old theology prof's used to "accuse" me of being a pantheist. But, days like yesterday could make me a pantheist.Since we live in a high country desert, work on the garden does not begin in earnest or any real manner until around Memorial Day weekend (and even then snow may still come). I spent Saturday digging and getting rid of the sporadic grass which decided to live in the garden section again.On Sunday (probably to my current pastor's dismay) I spent the morning and early afternoon completing the weeding and turning of the earth (we have a nice mid-size side garden and a smaller garden for the young 'un).Next I tromped to the compost pile and see if we had any good compost this year. We did I pulled out about three fifty gallon cans of good loam to put into my sandy soil.I spent the next few hours (and even today) utterly amazed at how garden clippings, leaves, and kitchen scraps turn into soil. It is truly wonderous and magical.It made me think about Joseph Cambpell's about the planting cultures who believed in the continual cycle of death and rebirth. Whenever I work in the garden in the spring of the fall, I find that I can commune and understand how those cultures would have viewed the world. While all dies in the fall, it bursts back to life in the spring in a myriad of ways.That was my spirtual experience for the weekend. As I wrote earlier, this is the best place to write as my pastor, well she might get cranky if I talked about experiencing the divine while puttering in a garden.Frolix8
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