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March 27, 2009
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 HUKAM SADHANA GURDWARA
SIRI SINGHASAN E KHALSA
Espanola New Mexico
RAAG RAAMKALEE, THE WORD OF RAVI DAAS JEE, SGGS page 973-4:
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
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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 ||
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