I was ruminating with a friend about a story he is writing, and though I’m neither at liberty nor inclined to divulge the story line hydroponics has a role, though that isnt the story.
That set me to thinking about it, a big thing I’m given to understand during the Hippie era, and perhaps in this current age of green experiencing something of a comeback.
I’m no expert on the subject though I admit to having dabbled a bit, but hydroponics isn’t something new.
It has in fact a long history, one that includes the Aztecs and various other nations south of the imaginary line.
I believe there there is a symbiotic relationship between things that grow and a need to take root in the land, a relationship existing on multiple levels.
Essential elements are missing in the cultivation of living organisms employing hydroponics as the medium, as there is more to life for all living things than being fed.
A part of that more is basking in the sun and being nurtured by it, being bathed by the rain, swaying in a breeze, or struggling against the wind, to gaze in wonder at the moon and be wrapped in it’s light like a mother’s blanket.
All the things we as humans need, and no less so for all we share life on this planet with.
Remove so much as one of these from the equation and they, like we, are affected, rendered in some way incomplete, stunted.