dyzzypyxxy said:
You know, David I've been hesitating to say it, but you really need to move to a house with more garden space . . . change your bucket, man! You've got the gardening bug, bigtime.
RickCorey said:I was thinking the same thing Elaine said. I think that gardeners must have been the original colonial imperialists.
No matter how much space we have, we fill it. Full!
Then, like weeds, we start to encroach on nearby yards ...
David, just once I had the chance to walk around some redwoods. They had a very potent feeling that was like a cathedral or synagog or mosque. A really, really, REALLY holy cathedral or synagog or mosque.
As a kid, religious services in churches often did not seem very special to me. Then, at some Boy Scout camp-out, they happened to bring in a priest on a Sunday for the Catholic boys. It was totally ad hoc and amateur-hour. He balanced a flimsy card table on some uneven terrain in a small, partly open space amongst the trees.
Then, suddenly, the Sun, the silence, the trees, breaths of breeze and occasional birdsong turned into a jaw-dropping Holy Presence of Something. Nature, Yahveh, Jehovah or whatever - I don't pretend to know that kind of detail - the divine Presence in that woody clearing made cleawr what religious services try to accomplish.
I guess that was off-topic.
RickCorey said:I was thinking the same thing Elaine said. I think that gardeners must have been the original colonial imperialists.
No matter how much space we have, we fill it. Full!
Then, like weeds, we start to encroach on nearby yards ...
David, just once I had the chance to walk around some redwoods. They had a very potent feeling that was like a cathedral or synagog or mosque. A really, really, REALLY holy cathedral or synagog or mosque.
As a kid, religious services in churches often did not seem very special to me. Then, at some Boy Scout camp-out, they happened to bring in a priest on a Sunday for the Catholic boys. It was totally ad hoc and amateur-hour. He balanced a flimsy card table on some uneven terrain in a small, partly open space amongst the trees.
Then, suddenly, the Sun, the silence, the trees, breaths of breeze and occasional birdsong turned into a jaw-dropping Holy Presence of Something. Nature, Yahveh, Jehovah or whatever - I don't pretend to know that kind of detail - the divine Presence in that woody clearing made cleawr what religious services try to accomplish.
I guess that was off-topic.
RickCorey said:Thank you! It was an important experience for me, and it helps to tell someone else about it every few years.
It was like a night-and-day experience, after (yawn) Latin, robes and incense to suddenly be out in the woods and then WHAM "the divine light" descends.
The redwood forest was quieter, but also a holy place.
I'm sure that, if we were perceptive enough, every place and moment would be seen to be holy ..,. but I'm not there yet. Not by many years.
RickCorey said:It won't be very complicated for me, they just might be confiscated.
The delay is just my procrastination.