I want to reinstate a respect for soil. We must touch the soil. How many times do we touch our mobile phone every day? Maybe 100 times. How many times do we touch the soil? Hardly ever. We must give dignity to peasants, farmers and gardeners.
We are all part of this healthy web of life maintained by soil. The Latin word humus means soil. The words human, humility and humus all come from the same root. When humans lose contact with soil, they are no longer humans.
In my garden, birds sing, bees hum and the flowers and butterflies bewitch me. Every bug and beetle, petal and leaf grants peace to me in the present moment. As I tread upon the emerald blades that sway below the crystal skies, my garden unveils to me the philosophy of life.
The trees are about to add a leaf’s thickness to the depth of the soil. This is the beautiful way in which nature gets her muck. We are all richer for their decay. It prepares the virgin mould for future cornfields and forests, on which earth fattens. It keeps our homestead in good heart.
When the Earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come onto the Earth of many colors, creeds and classes, and by their actions and deeds shall make the Earth green again. They shall be known as the warriors of the rainbow.
“If you truly get in
touch with a piece of carrot, you get in touch with the soil, the rain,
the sunshine. You get in touch with Mother Earth and eating in such a
way, you feel in touch with true life, your roots, and that is
meditation. If we chew every morsel of our food in that way we become
grateful and when you are grateful, you are happy.”