Whether or not I get out of bed in the morning to deal with the darker components of life — preferring, perhaps, to hide beneath the cover of extended sleep — the earth never stops to rest or hide away.
In the garden and, while sitting idly lost in thought, I glanced over to the pepper bush and noticed that several peppers had miraculously appeared, seemingly overnight. Whilst I was doing nothing, they pushed into the world. Whether or not I sliced them up into a stew wasn’t their concern. They just wanted to grow.
In the year and a half since his first and only visit to Windgrove, Choeyang also grew. He appeared again last week asking if “the old guy” would teach him how to carve a spiral.
“Why not?”, I thought. Death had certainly been following me for the past few weeks, but here was a new, young and eager life wanting to gain a skill to carry into his future. His enthusiasm displayed a juicy peppery quality found in all young sprouts. Hot to grow.
Being Tibetan and living in exile in Dharamsala, India, who knows what complexities he will be facing in his life? At this moment in time not for me to worry.
Joyful squinting eyes display wonderment at having used hands and heart to create.
Just like the earth does everyday, always.
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