Jodi Waltier

Without Apparent Logic

My garden should be like nature, without apparent logic. You cannot see it and you certainly cannot understand it, but you just sense the logic.”  -Henk Gerritsen  Priona, Holland

 

Since logic has taken it’s leave, for/from so many as of late, my default button is the garden. Any garden, any where. If anything is to make sense to me, I find my clarity of vision operating at a tolerable level or better, when I am outside, amongst living things, that consistently break the rules, if there ever were any, and thrive.

Sometimes seeking, sometimes finding solace, joy, safe harbor, nourishment of body, mind, and spirit. Like a teet on the planet, I can’t get everything I want from it, but always seem to get something I didn’t know I needed.

 

Trees rustling, birds chirping, singing, warning
Flowers emitting divine scent or heinous aroma
Ripe fruits burst open
Weeds become nutritious offerings  when recognized by the slow learner
Roots become baskets when gathered as such.
Soil and plants enrich themselves when allowed to be left to their cycles.
It is a circle I see in everything.
It is umbilical.
Round and round and round.
Ladders go up and down.
Hierarchy.
Circles move things, catch things, contain things.
Shared.
An equal partnership.
Spokes on a wheel.
Grab on!
Untether the wheel and be a spoke, that reinforces the wheel that turns and moves
and gets er done.
Together.