As our hands push into soil, magic happens.
Some deep inner primordial voice pushes its way up to the surface the deeper our hands move down. It’s a voice that carries a message of place, or belonging; of home. Soil represents a deep connection to where we are, and engaging with it allows the very fibre of our being to send strong roots down into the dark earth while also finding the way up into the ethers to complete the circle.
Growing created a medium for this soil connection every day. More than the food we raise and harvest, growing first and foremost creates a bond with the most basic aspect of living; the ground we stand upon. We lose ourselves in the pursuits of growing – whether for beauty or for food. Our mind empties, and we find practice and peace in the work. Growing connects us to the cycles of the year, to the elements in all of their glories whether they burn our skin, soak us through, or chill us to the very bone. We learn from the plants, how to nourish them as much as they will in time come to feed us.
With an acre or a single plant pot, bringing growing into our practice soothes the soul and smooths out our edges in a way nothing else can, while also removing us – seedling by seedling – from the clutches of monocrop multinationals; by growing we hand ourselves back the power over what we put in our bodies as well as the shape of the footprint we leave on our world.
So grow. Grow something; grow anything. Feel the immense pleasure as you raise it, tend to it, and then bring it to your plate.
Eaten, food we’ve grown ourselves satisfies in more ways than one.