The Barreto soil tiller must go back tomorrow, so I put in another hour tilling my yards. This only took about an hour because I started the engine on the first pull and there were no engine-killing encounters with roots or rocks. This last effort amounted to going over nearly every square foot of dirt for the fourth time so everything is nice and soft and ready for seeds. Our climate is rather cool here in Bend, Oregon, and our growing season is short, but in the past years we have managed to get most of our vegetables for several months out of our garden. I’m not sure that it is economically better than getting them from the grocery store, but it does put us back into a deeper contact with nature. I was feeling sore from the violent bucking of the machine when I hit a large rock, and, although I don’t have any visible bruises, I do feel some pain when I move. I did manage to get the machine back on to its trailer without much fuss so it will be easy to get it back to the rental store by 8:30. It was a couple of days of an adult form of fun and it does have the satisfaction of seeing something accomplished. Not like this blog which is just words that vanish into the blogosphere.
This morning’s walk at the labyrinth was interesting as usual after the strange stresses created by that time last month when I asked the stones how they viewed me and they announced that I was very temporary. Well, yeah, but you don’t have to be so damned accurate and true. Today I inquired about what my virtues were and was informed that I had many remarkable qualities that they totally lacked and they felt deprived and envious. I can move at my choice and do many different things at my choice whereas they can do rock-like things which they valued, and the slowness of their actions was not a problem because they usually have plenty of time, but what they lacked was choice in their actions. They did what we humans might consider interesting things, like dive deep into the earth, and experience transformations, but they didn’t have any freedom of action. Things just happened to them from the outside, and things happened to them on the inside too, but there wasn’t any self-directed choice about it.
I can walk around the labyrinth and think about things, like what I want to do with my day, and I can look at the wind blowing through the trees, I can think about these questions, I can feel the cold wind, and I can choose to go up to the UU fellowship building and hear a truly interesting and inspirational sermon by our new Reverend Scott Rudolph.
I as a human have these wonderful opportunities that I can choose to do and they as rocks do not.