Hope and Gardening

Tomatoes watercolour study

When I read the posts on social media, ridiculing vegetable gardening by how much money is spend by growing your own food, I feel sorry for these people, who have lost the connection to our earth and are deprived of hope when doing something outrages like putting a dried up seed which has all its information stored inside, in a pile of dirt and wait for it to grow and produce delicious food.

For me, gardening is not about saving money, it is about hope.

My heart sings when I see the little seeds stick their heads up and tell me that they are alive.  I can't wait to taste the first ripe tomato out of the garden, still feeling the warmth of the sun on its skin. I can not put a money value on this feeling.

You are what you eat. Eating food that is alive and grown by your hands, or by hands you know what a gift of aliveness is given to us. WOW!

When you go into the grocery store do you feel that our food is alive and that it will nourish you well?

Let's stay connected to our food and feel the hope! 



 

...and all this Jazz!

The hours are counting down to the first work day in the new year. Wanting to stretch the hours longer but time as its own way of moving. Nevertheless, I go back not just a bid more relaxed but also with a plan of spreading compassion. 

Yesterday, we had a wonderful meeting at our house. Like minded people got together and we talked about what a compassionate circle could look like for us. Like Mary said, we are in Nova Scotia, therefore, we needed something to eat and to drink, all was provided for, the fire in the wood-stove was warming us, as we allowed us to be vulnerable, honest, and filled with hope. Brave people we are!

Nevertheless, I feel irritated and have the Sunday blues, therefore, the lino-cut ...and all this Jazz. The ink is still wet as I took the photo, struggling with the background, however, I started to explore, I moved a step ahead.