It is a cool drizzly day. It is 36.6 F and feels much colder. Jamie is out in the garden harvesting the Brussels Sprouts. She has been back in the house a couple times complaining of the cold and looking for gloves for her freezing fingers. I am sitting here, warm and cozy, at my computer. Our grandson, Elijah, is sitting behind me playing on his iPad.
I was outside earlier to do the chores and I am going to need to go out and dig potatoes this afternoon. The window is closing on our potato digging time. If the forecast holds out the ground will begin freezing next week. Every year we go through this. We pass up nice Sunny weather in October and find ourselves in the most miserable situation digging potatoes in snow or sleet.
There is still a little snow on the ground from the dusting we got Wednesday night. For some reason it makes it feel colder. It has been colder than this several times in recent days and it didn't seem so bad. Every year it seems like a switch is thrown and it suddenly seems Wintery. For us it happened a couple days ago; the combination of wind, temperature, and lack of sunshine suddenly announced we were in a new weather phase, the introduction of Winter.
Don't read this as a complaint. I celebrate these experiences on Planet Earth. Once I get out there digging potatoes [or whatever] I enjoy it. The pain is in the anticipation and the actual doing is always much easier than I imagine. Digging potatoes is like mining for gold. Every spadeful is filled with wonder. Exposing those beautiful white, red and purplish globules to the light is amazing. One never knows if they are going to get two, three or dozen potatoes from a plant. We don't have an ideal place for storing potatoes. Our basement is too warm. They will only last to the first of the year. We either can what we can't store or we use a friends root cellar.
Having canned goods on the shelf, a freezer full of beans, broccoli, cauliflower and Brussels sprouts and potatoes and sacks of onions in the cellar gives one a warm feeling and makes the coming Winter seem cozy and welcome.
It is all love, isn't it. Love captured in the form of a potato or Brussels sprout. Our Mother's gift to us guaranteeing us a safe and loved filled Winter.
Have you ever contemplated how many people spend their lives doing things that have nothing to do with our day to day welfare? Do you realize how little work there is to do if we are only interested in being happy? By happy, I mean, safe, healthy, well fed, well housed, surrounded by beauty; each one of us, free to share our gifts with each other. If we loved each other and took care of each other, we would not need the weighty corporate structures of insurance companies, banks etc. Millions of people who shuffle papers or click computers, keeping tabs for the for-profit world, could do what their hearts mean them to do.
Can we envision a world that would be for-service rather than for profit? We each carry with us a great gift to share with the whole. Soon after we are born we are programmed to fit into a for-profit world [usually not our profit]. Our gifts become deeply buried or are expressed as a hobby. Of course there are many fortunate ones who found ways of service that fit their gifts. There are many teachers, nurses, physicians, social workers, carpenters, electricians, plumbers, etc, that are doing exactly what they want and fulfilling their gifts. But often, they have to work in corporate or government structures that are stultifying and limiting.
What if our society was for-service and non competitive? Can you imagine the freedom? A simple example. A tiny percentage of our population grows food for the rest of us, in this for-profit world. If everybody who enjoyed getting their hands in the dirt cooperated and contributed we could feed ourselves with very little labor, for each individual involved, and it would be a labor of love. The food would be healthy and nutritious. There would be no more poisons foisted on us by corporate agriculture.
Let us contemplate what the world would be like, if we loved our Mother Earth and loved and cherished each other. This is our natural state. We are creative beings, part of and indistinguishable, from Source. When we let go of that part of us, that separates us from one another, we will see clearly how we can contribute to the whole. We will see how we can make a for-service world work. It will be fun work. It will be a great joy.
Love and Peace, Gregg
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