Today there is a prevailing east wind, the grass is dry and crackly, summer is winding down. Plants like foxglove and feverfew are sending out little flowers, their last gasp. Plants that produce huge amounts of seed are spreading themselves cleverly as I clip the dried stems and haul them out and away, but not before they drop a hundred little seeds as hardy as the winter is long, seeds which, if not found by the birds will bring lots more of their species into the lawn, the beds, and even the cracks between the pavement.
A human with a strong spirit is like a wild daisy, or a poppy in the dry, shorter days just before the equinox. The spirit sends out seeds, flowers, seizing the moment before winter sets in. How do we keep our spirits strong and feisty? How do we stand up like the last lemon yellow calendula flower against the hot dry winds of oppression and inequity?
Everyone seems to have some way to do it, everyone who survives. Swami Kriyananda spoke last Sunday of "not wanting". How do we live, thrive, create and love without wanting? It must be somewhere in the dichotomy of Eckart Tolle's statement, "Don't look for peace." We free ourselves from desire, and the incessant search for illusive ideals, and then... be.
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