Was working on a roof today without a cloud in the sky which is always kind of special when it’s the middle of summer and you get to bake and was thinking about the previous blog that carried a little heat of it’s own.
So maybe it’s appropriate to blog about peppers.
I’ ve never met a pepper I didn’t like whether sweet like the ones pictured above or jalapeños and habaneros.
Especially when they are the product of a garden.
I think it’s a special thing to take your shoes and shirt off and walk through the woods – to feel the land beneath your feet and the breeze and leaves brushing against you.
Special also to put your hands in the earth to plant or harvest – an understanding comes of these things, an understanding that as a human being we aren’t necessarily all we imagine ourselves to be, that there is more to our existence than our personal understanding or belief in who we think we are as an individual.
I read an article recently about Israeli Kibbutzes, crime and discord are essentially unheard of and I wonder if this is due to being agricultural communities where all are involved in the planting and harvesting?
It made me think of another agrarian people, the Hopi, who I think of as the spiritual gatekeepers of the nations and whose history is one of being peaceful and community oriented in their agricultural endeavors.
I have always believed that as the disconnect between the land and people increases so too the problems and discord – perhaps even a genetic mutation over time that lessens the bond causing many to only hear a faint echo of the call that once was when they visit a national park or out hiking.
I believe the land is our mother, a mother always pregnant and in the process of giving birth to new life.
A mother in distress as the numbers of those who hear her voice and respond dwindles.