Preparing the Soil

Nalini MacNab
Apr 5, 2020 · 2 min read
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Another spring snow. Spring at altitude. A sine wave of inner openings and halting cold. Temperatures that rise and fall like grand ocean swells.

With this latest snowfall, temperatures that nudged 70 degrees Fahrenheit plummeted to the low twenties {below 5 degrees, if Celsius is your scale}. Was it the seventh wave? Nature knows not the fray nor the fray-free zone. She aligns with the thriving to come.

Crocus blossoms had begun to edge the faintly greening lawn. Daffodils, flattened by the re-freeze, may yet rise up, turning their bonnets to the light. Awaiting the sun’s timing, I watered them, oh so carefully. Water in the Goldilocks scheme of things. Not too hot, not too cold. Ladling nourishment in harmony with the warming earth, I encouraging those crushed and folded stems to thrive once more. Still with life in them, some have bounced back already. Others lie flat and drying, their life force re-absorbed into the garden.

Odd expression, that. Bouncing back. Has anything ever wanted to bounce backwards? Okay, yes. Rabbits, ‘Roos, Tyggers…all providing glorious examples. Grin-inducing, but not my point.

Hearing myself ask the lovelies to “come back” made me wonder. Why, back? Why not another way of being? What I meant was, “Come here. Be here, as the saying goes… NOW. We so enjoy your loveliness, your mirror of the light.”

In the northern hemisphere, nature is making way for what is ready to be seeded. Sprouts push towards the light, buds appear as if by magic. Life knows what to do.

Our inner gardens are much the same.

Cycles of planting and harvest, alternating by hemisphere, occur at precisely identical alignments. Every. single. one.

Every ending is another beginning. First seeding is first harvest. Full harvest is full composting. And on and on. The energy of one, fully supported by the other. Turning, turning. A unique feature of this world. Is Gaia not a wonder?

What is about to begin? What are you secretly seeding? Where is your nature leading you? Ever unfolding, ever becoming, we travel on.

Why not ask the garden?

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Thank you for taking the time to read. Thank you for what you are seeding, even if you know it not.

~ Namaste ~

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Nalini MacNab

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