an interlude for planting

i've been out planting trees again. spending time with my hands in the soil instead of wrapped in cloth. a much needed endeavor. for the yard...and for my spirit. the australian aborigines speak of *jiva*, a *seed power* deposited in the earth. in their world view, every meaningful activity, event, or life process that occurs at a particular place leaves behind a vibrational residue in the earth just as plants leave an image of themselves as seeds. the land's mountains, rocks, riverbeds and its unseen vibrations echo the events that brought that place into creation. i am finding that there is a potency in connecting to these echos. a dreaming that unfolds that is much needed in my life at this time.

as i dig into the earth and cultivate the soil to receive the waiting trees, i contemplate my own *soil*. my home. my work. my art. are they fertile? where is compost needed? pruning? re-seeding? there is much to be done. always much to be done...

i will be back to manifesting cloth and the stories therein in the next couple of days. i have many rust bundles to unwrap. needle chanting to do. dye baths to prepare. workshop projects to re-engage in.

today though, my hands are in the dirt...and it feels good to commune with trees. one must always slow down and become quite still when communing with trees. their thoughts are slow. measured. without haste. for their vision emanates from a totally different perspective and can sometimes take centuries to unfold...

namaste'