Two days ago the children and I planted native maize from New Mexico's Blessing Community and Seeds Celebration, filling half of our sunny garden with rows of kernals we had soaked for two days to encourage germination, covering the field with burlap. We went to do a second planting of companion seeds yesterday afternoon, but decided to water the soil well first and plant the next morning--today.
Last night it started snowing. This morning the snow is five inches deep. Long sparkling icicles already extend dripping from the eaves, but garden fences are sagging under the weight of the snow burden and our soaked corn is bearing the cold two-knuckles-deep underground.
Perhaps only companion plants will populate our garden, companions to eachother, and to heirloom tomatoes due to arrive in May.
Meanwhile I took lots of photos this morning from windows and open doors and later the farmyard, for otherwise no one outside the Espanola valley will believe me!
Wahe Guru! The scene is so beautiful and pure and amazing for the time of year==March 27th, a week into spring. God's Will, His blanket of love, blessing, nourishing the Earth; God's Will, our apricot and apple blooms, wild flowers and native maize, whether or not they will bear new fruit and seeds. God's Will, we have the Nam and each other and all we truly need.
TODAY'S SADHANA GURDWARA HUKAM Siri Singhasan E Khalsa Gurdwara Espanola New Mexico
RAAG RAAMKALEE, THE WORD OF RAVI DAAS JEE:
There is one Universal Creator God. By the grace of the True Guru:
They read and reflect upon all the Names of God; they listen, but they do not see the Lord, the embodiment of love and intuition. How can iron be transformed into gold, unless it touches the Philosopher's Stone? || 1 ||
O Divine Lord, the knot of skepticism cannot be untied. Sexual desire, anger, Maya, intoxication and jealousy, these five have combined to plunder the world. || 1 || Pause ||
I am a great poet, of noble heritage; I am a Pandit, a religious scholar, a Yogi and a Sannyaasi; I am a spiritual teacher, a warrior and a giver; such thinking never ends. || 2 ||
Says Ravi Daas, no one understands; they all run around, deluded like madmen. The Lord's Name is my only Support; He is my life, my breath of life, my wealth. || 3 || 1 || Page 973-4
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An After Note from Dear Chindoa Tree ji...
Egad! the invasion of the snow critters . . . watch out, or they will melt your heart : )
Such large lumps of the wet, crystalline presence of the Divine Mother are seen only in the Farmyards of the Blessed.
Thanks for sharing.
Loving Blessings from the Land of Green Grass and Flutterbys,
