Thursday, July 12, 2012

Cultivation of land and spirit

There is this strange joy I feel when I see a plant grow. Several months ago, I buried a few seeds in a jar full of dirt and waited and watered a while. Suddenly I found these green little things popping out, two little leaflets stretched out and gathering the sun into their open arms. It's no coincidence that culture -- the word that refers to refinement of the individual, intellectual growth and appreciation for knowledge, science and art -- grew out of the land. Culture was cultivation of crops, agriculture, that fed society so that with full bellies we found time to fill our minds.

Cultivating my little jungle of houseplants, in unexpected ways, has cultivated my mind and spirit. Explaining the intricate connections between peasantry and philosophy in academic essay format is one of those pedantic exercises that will take the fun out of it I believe, so I will just say here that all these green, leafy and sometimes edible creatures surrounding me at once are testimony to creative human spirit and a reminder of humility in being human. For all life comes from tiny seeds and dirt. Sitting in the dirt, my green friends send their smiling faces towards the sky and take a drink of the clouds and light, and watching them, I feel that I, too, might.

Tomatoes, basil

Tomatoes, chillies, bell peppers, eggplant and arugula