Last week I was swimming in the warm waters of Hawaii where palm patterns caught my attention. Today I am back in wintry, yet sunny, Tasmania trying to settle into a more “normal” daily routine than the coffee/Danish pastry/coffee one I “suffered” through for three months while whirling into and out of England and America.
Details will emerge over the next few blog entries, but for now, it seems worthwhile to juxtapose a few pics of the hands on gardening workshop I took at the Esalen Institute (along the Big Sur coastline in California) with photos of the tiny Windgrove garden taken just yesterday where I planted out seedlings of broccoli, cauliflower, spring onions and corn lettuce in one of the two “dome enclosed” garden beds.
The Esalen veggie garden feeds over 300 people per day. My attempt at a garden feeds no one just yet, except, of course, if nourishing the weary traveler’s soul by digging dirt is considered food. Nothing like dirty fingernails to sooth the disquieted soul suffering from separation anxiety; my separation from the daily chatty encounters with the many inspired people I met along the global path.
And if I have learned anything, it is that a very physical connection to earth is a prerequisite for sanity.
Another comparison worth making is between Esalen’s and Windgrove’s bathing facilities. On the one hand, the Big Sur’s Pacific coastline makes a dramatic background for the excellent hot tubs one can immerse into at Esalen (along with 3 or 4 others in each of around 9 tubs of various sizes).
On the other hand, the smaller Windgrove tub might only hold two people, but privacy is guaranteed.
I’m back among the dancing trees I call home.
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