mostly stone fruit (i love stone fruit and toy with the idea of being a fruitarian every summer until stone fruit season ends)
we bought heirloom trees from Koanga - i beleive that there is a powerful energy in the old fruit - not bred to look good in a supermarket but to taste good and be good producers in the soil where they have flourished for over 100 years....
as i was watering the trees this morning, in the last of the orange sunrise i felt this surge of hope
planting trees like this
trees that we will need to tend, and prune and nourish - herbal ley coming in spring, comfrey tea brewing....
trees that link me back to the ancestors who came here with hopes and dreams
i see that i have planted them with hopes and dreams
i was seeing the girls and i eating them straight off the tree
imagining making jam
imagining maybe ducks living there
i see that planting something in this way is an act of faith in the future
that i will be around to see the fruition (literally!) of my labour
that i will be doing something that creates a legacy
that by this simple act of digging a hole and planting this peice of magic (what a peice of alchemic magic it is - taking some roots, joining it with budstock, healing that wound and planting it in the soil ... all leading to deep nourishment and joy of the juiciness, in which the seed of the future life of the tree is contained again...
in taking part in this magical cycle i am honouring my life, death, life cycle
and making a gesture of faith in the future
in these times of horror and sorrow (Norway's tragic massacre, earthquakes, tsunami's) this is the most courageous thing i can think of to do...
The colour of the sky *the ocean * Elizabeth and Maeve * people who reach beyond the ordinary * genuine generosity *good food * watching things grow * the miracle of birth *a woman's power *tenderness in all its forms * the cycle of life * courage * people with a sense of fun * compassion * beautiful jewellery * art that is made from the heart - without a view to the purchaser or the market but made because it has to come *Clarissa Pincola Estes * grace
LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS THESE ARE MORETHINGSTHATITHINK
i welcome you with warmth and love to the thoughts that grab me .... and the way they come out of my fingers when i make the time in my day as a mother and artist and poodle walker to write them down.....