Getting’ down and dirty ... How AWESOME is that?
I just came in from digging in my garden. Since I was a wee little lass I have loved to get my hands into the warm dirt of spring ... to feel it crumble, moist between my fingers, full of live things ... full of dead things ... smelling of leaf mold and deep dark places ... Soil is synonymous with dirt and dirty—to me it so far from that. It is potential—like money—it is full of energy, and nurturing and life soon to come and life long gone...
Soil: When I put my hands in it, I connect with the primal mother GAIA, the goddess of the earth—who IS the earth, and we share her body. Gaia delivers to us all the physical manifestations of our body—through the elements, organic chemicals, ethers—what thought conceives in the way of life, Gaia provides for us ... ask and receive ...
What’s so wonderful also about soil is its eternalness. It is a substance in itself, but not made by itself. It takes in the leftovers of millions of plants and animals long gone. It takes in the dust of rocks that were once mighty mountains, the clay from deep in the moist banks of the sea, sea minerals, metal ores, ancient water from hidden aquifers ... it takes it all, and layers the earth and says ... grow here, come and be warm here, come and sprout strong roots, and grow to the light ... come and make your beauty known, out of my deep dank lovely depths ... come and open to the world ... and enhance it ... Wherever there is soil and water, drop in a seed and it will grow, no matter what else is around, no matter what anyone says; on the sides of a highway, in abandoned back lots, in a prison yard—soil has its own agenda. Soil has its own destiny. It says, grow, live, feed ... I am here ... Lowly to some, but one of the most powerful things on earth...
Why wouldn’t you LOVE to get your hands into that soil? That mother of all life on earth, that mother of all nourishment here on earth, that final resting place of all that have died on earth, that keeper of the seeds and home of the worms ... the energy of it—the promise—is so intoxicating!!!
Here’s to soil—I love ya! You wicked, ROCK!
