It seems like the most ridiculous contradiction, that death could have the effect of creating life. To humans, death appears to be the end, since we have no memories from before our births nor inklings of what lies beyond, in the most physical way of understanding the world. The physical world, to many, appears all there is, for no proof of otherwise existence is present in our surroundings. Evidence of other worlds is not conditioned in to us from an early age; rather, the concrete science of solid things dominates early learnings from our elders, as it was taught to them. It seems not a thing, then, to understand how one might perceive death as a standstill.
In the garden, death is the tipping point into a flurry of diverse life. When a leaf from an oak falls to the ground in the fall, it collects atop other leaves that, slowly, over the winter, are pulled into the soil by earthworms, beatles, and others. The soil is exponentially alive, inviting the nutrient rich possibility of the years leaf-load on to the soil. Nature, the ever present alchemist, adds water to carbonous material, and dead animal bodies (tiny in the case of soil organisms), working up all involved into an explosion of decompostion, nutrient release, excrement production, and eventual death. Death boosts Life which falls to Death which creates more Life, which eventually dies………
Today I was confronted with a weedwacker, and given the option, I cut down all the tall grass around our yard. It was one of the most difficult things I have done in a long time, to create all that extreme Death with such unsustainable methods. I always want to avoid doing it; recently, however, the grass has grown so much that it had to be cut, or pulled,which I’ve been doing slowly. Weedwacking for me is a confrontation of a wall of large wells of denial, having to deny life with the swift, sloppy string, knowing the termination of so many tiny lives is occuring at my hands…It’s the gardeners conflict, how to harmoniously destroy for the sake of regeneration, without hurting beyond repair. Bringing loving energy, healing vibrations, and colorful light is much of the reason I must do the job myself. I feel my energy helps to intend healing; being present is important, as well as knowing the area. For the next time I must cut the grass and weeds, I envision a sythe without a motor. Though we did hack up a few food plants, I am grateful for the cleanse: now we can begin to create flower beds!
Get the fork to work, and pull up some roots,
It’s time to add the compost, and roust up the worms,
Spring she has come blazing back, wildflowers bloom it so,
and seeds we shall plant, to bring the color in,
for when we’ll kick back in our chairs and watch.