golden secateurs
use the fear and be an alchemist of change - Joe Richards
response – I’ll think about love then.
In the community garden, I and other volunteers harvest tomatoes – the humble mound of citrus sitting all within a silver bowl looked like a meeting of planets from neighbouring universes – a glorious world summit displaying hues of red, green, purple, pink, orange, yellow, in various shades, translucencies, patterns, and shapes, striped, solid, large and small, tears, hearts, perfectly round spheres and pumpkin carriages. They were, marvellously individual, under the shade, speckled by small seeds of sunlight that yearned to rest.
And then it was today that I learned about the numerous varieties of mint. It makes sense, there must be multitudes of every such thing, aren’t there? I’m assuming that it’s rare to find one pure expression of a thing. I just never thought about mint like that. So, the first thing, during teatime in the garden, a lady mentioned tasting the chocolate mint, which caught my attention, I didn’t know we grew that, I didn’t know it existed at all, no one has ever told me about chocolate mint. The lady was like, oh, yeah! there’s so many kinds of mint, and they told me which ones are also planted in the garden, orange mint and apple mint. I looked up other varieties online. So, there’s also:
Lemon mint
Pineapple mint
Basil mint
Strawberry mint
Banana mint
And these are just the “aromatic” mint varieties, other include, Moroccan mint, Mojito mint. I never thought mints were so specific, and cultural, but no, again, not a clue, never thought to ask.
And today, I find myself annotating pages with floating hearts. Why does being in love do this to me? Is being in Love doing This to me? I guess that people need a gardener as well.
My love, which I say, with no meaning of ownership, but of witness, to testify that I felt love and it is here, that beautiful person you know, he’s is my green thumbs, whether they realize it or not, inspired this. I feel very tended to by the gods. With golden secateurs he cuts off poisoned limbs and lifts my branches into a position where my leaves can see the sun, feeding my soul reflections of self, and of us all. I feel so secured, held in space by twine, and with a kiss goodnight my roots melt further into the soil. I feel like I’ve survived a cold winter, hearing whispers of the news that they would come, to hear songs and music, to feel more excited, to grow – and I feel like I’m experiencing it for the first season, truly a loving fate - it is something so beautiful to experience, a feeling that makes every past and future fault and catastrophe seem meaningful.
This kind of love makes me care more about the world, myself included. I’m more terrified of the implications of our actions, of other peoples actions or lack of. Fear takes away my energy and love generates it. So, today, I’ll be a creator, an alchemist, and what an abundance of love it seems there is, really, so much of it.
