My Garden. The Lover.
My Garden. The Lover.
Garden is not a wild place. She will not have Poison Oak coursing through her landscape or Puma prints along the hillside. She is cultivated, domesticated, tamed. Yet still, she follows a mysterious cadence, that knows no bounds. Within her irreverent dance of wildlife, Garden exists to shelter, feed, nourish, and elate all beings who dwell in her surrounding space. There is a certain amount of safety felt in Garden’s embrace that offers a place to rest my body, relax my mind, and replenish my innate soul wisdom.
Perhaps the very best thing about Garden is that she lives at home with me. She is my home. We thrive on shared soil, drink of the same Water, breathe the collective Air. Garden wholly commands my attention, as much as she gives—much like a child or new lover, one who requires tending with deep devotion, careful witnessing, and unconditional love. And within the resonance of rapt attention is a supreme exercise in lovemaking beyond the human realm.
I wander alongside Garden several times each day and night. The path leads me to new discoveries about the abundant life-force energy, from which I am interwoven. As I seek to understand her more deeply, I observe the patterns that collide against asymmetry and balance, resilience and longevity, etched in invisible seeds; catalyzed by Moon’s reliable return, over and over and over. I listen for baby bird calls and examine the connectivity of nests, intertwined with sticks and Palm fronds and Lichen and my hair. I contemplate the miracle in the flowers, as they fearlessly cycle between life and death, again and again and again. Without seeing them, I know the wild Bees from the honeybees, by the timbre of their unique buzz buzz buzzing. I pause to comprehend the ornate stitching of the collective fabric of being, floating on the fragile wings of Swallowtail. I smell the wondrous fragrances of Orange, Jasmine, and Rose wafting on Palm rattle breeze and feel energized within this sensual bliss. This is right relationship. A consummate engagement of being and knowing and encompassing one another to the tune of a universal heartbeat that honors the eternal lineage of my non-human family, as equal to, if not greater than, my transient human existence on Earth.