How Our Human Bodies Are Like Gardens

In our ongoing exploration of the industrial world and the world of Life, we find that there are certain themes that happen over and over again expressed in various forms.

Industrial medicine and industrial agriculture have in common the idea that things will attack the health of a body or a farm and the solution to keep the body or farm from being destroy is to kill that which is attacking. That is the purpose of pesticides and drugs that kill bacteria and viruses.

But there is another way. We know it well in organic farming and gardening. In the care of health it is known as terrain theory.
 


Planting Life

Last Saturday Larry and I spent the afternoon planting seedlings. Our garden this year is more that twice the size it was last year. The photo is only less than a quarter of the entire garden.

This activity was so emotionally uplifting for me, considering the state of the world today, I had to write a poem.
 


Waking With the Birds


 
For the past week or so, something extraordinary has been happening. Well, extraordinary for me.

As someone who has had a lot of problems with sleep at different times throughout my life, I have suddenly been sleeping through the night, night after night. Quiet, peaceful sleep.

And not only that, I am waking up with the birds.
 


Cut-And-Come-Again Lettuce

Lettuce in the front has bee recently cut and is growing again, lettuce in the back is ready to harvest again.

Upon coming home from our road trip, we found our lettuce barrel was full of vibrant lettuce.

I was delighted to see this because I had been harvesting lettuce daily before we left by cutting leaves with gardening scissors rather than pulling out the entire lettuce plant as I had done in years past.
 


Handmade Bamboo Tomato Cages

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I want to give you an example of what we are talking about when we say we are choosing Life over being industrial consumers.

Here is a corner of our garden where we planted heirloom tomato seedlings from the farmer’s market and raspberry canes donated by Larry’s sister, which were excess shoots that had come up aroound a single raspberry cane I had given her last year as a gift.