Each plant becomes familiar to me, and I love the practice of giving them a long, thirsty drink; I love the way they go from slightly dehydrated to flush with water.
The familiarity is interesting: there’s the rose bush, there’s the zebra grasses, there’s the black bamboo, there’s the green bamboo, there’s the many sedges, there’s the hollyhocks, there’s the sunflowers.
Everything’s pretty haphazard; it’s a casual garden, and nothing is particularly fancy. But as I’ve come to know these stalwart and sturdy plants over the years, I’ve become fond of them. I’ve learned to sense their energy, and I have the sense of a great friendliness when I am out in the garden: that everyone is chiming in with friendly hellos and good vibes.
Now, I want to make clear, I do not physically hear the plants. I sense them. I feel them. And I can feel they are friendly, and I can feel the difference of one from another.
The sunflowers are different than the roses. The hollyhocks are different from the grasses. And so on.
You feel this too: you know it.
I was especially feeling the love with my little basil plant, so pretty and fragrant, doing such a great job in this mild and mellow summer; this soft, glossy, beautiful plant, and I felt really joyous every time I watered it.
And thus, the other night at dinner, I popped a bite of garden-fresh pesto into my mouth, and realized with the alarm of a mother who’s accidently bitten her baby, that I was eating my little buddy.
Disclaimer: I’m not vegan, I’m not even always vegetarian. Yet, this one spoonful of pesto did me in.
I ate it, and even as it went into my mouth, I felt everything about that little basil plant: its sweetness and its love, and I put the spoon down in wonder and in shock, and it took me a while to feel okay about having another bite.
When we start to wake up, as so many are right now, these unexpected leaps forward in understanding become common; one day it’s fine to eat meat, the next it’s not. One day dairy is okay, the next it feels sickening. One day it’s no big deal to eat a vegetable, the next you’re having a full-on spiritual response to the plant, its energy and its essence, even as you’re eating it and it’s becoming part of your body.
We are all interconnected.
There is no way out of this.
There is only the greater understanding of Oneness, become more clear every day.
P.S. Last days to get Earlybird Savings on the Beyond Words cruise.