Here at the farm, we’re still cleaning up the slash from two trees taken down before we began construction – logs and weathering bark and no small amount of rotting debris. Broken concrete and rusty nails get piled by the road for the dump, but all the organic stuff gets put back into the earth in layerered mounds of mulch to provide rich ground for a new generation of plants to grow in.  That’s the way Nature does it: nothing is wasted, everything recycled to be used in some other way by the world. Here, we are making good soil for the seeds and roots of a new generation.

 Bit by bit we are reclaiming the space behind the farmhouse for gardens. 

My new passion is for ‘hugelcultur mounds’, made from the decomposing remains of old wood, ancient pinecones, blackened straw, twigs and branches and compost and woodchips – all the stuff lying around and being tripped over. We gather it together and pile it into layers, shaping them into mounds that will host whole new ecosystems. New plants flourish and put down roots, attracting the birds and the bees and the butterflies all buzzing about to try out this new bonanza!

“They need a bee beach,” announces Gavin at the first mound we completed, so I find a ceramic bowl, fill it with water and place it right on the top. It doesn’t take long before bees find it and are buzzing around, dipping in for splashy baths! 

I love it!

Somehow, all this recycling of rotting wood and soggy straw reminds me of what we are dealing with on the planet as well, where our rotting, self-serving systems have gotten us into a toxic mess of polluted air, dying oceans, chemicalized soil and unhealthy food – not to mention a global pandemic and a politcal system that would be a crazy joke if it weren’t so serious! 

No wonder our immune systems are so compromised we have to cover our faces with masks, take fistsful of drugs to stay functional and be alone by ourselves so we don’t infect our neighbors! 

The fact is, I don’t even know what a virus is! What I do know, however, is that our bodies are host to thousands of them all the time, and need them to function well. Viruses in balance with the other systems of the body are essential to all life living strong and well on a healthy planet! However, if the planet itself is polluted enough so that the air we breathe, the water we drink and the food we eat are toxic, these same viruses will respond one way or another to keep their host bodies alive.

I recently saw a microphotograph of red blood cells flushing sticky toxins out of their cell walls, which is apparently how red blood cells stay healthy. I saw little cell-like structures floating amongst the red blood cells, and they looked, with their little pointy protrusions, exactly like pictures I’ve seen of the coronavirus! 

Imagine that!

Who knows – maybe this particular virus we call ‘Covid’ is just doing its job! Is it possible we have brought on this plague ourselves by polluting our whole atmosphere with our fossil fueled, chemical-dependent lifestyle? I would not be surprised. Perhaps we are not so much contagious to one another, as we are vulnerable to the toxic environment we have created by being more clever than we are wise. 

Could it be that we are getting hoisted on our own petard?

You see, none of this was necessary because all this time we could have had all the power we needed, freely given, from the air itself. We still can. This simple and inexpensive technology, sometimes called ‘free energy,’ has been available for at least a century, but has been continually tossed aside in favor of a technology that required oil and gas that could be extracted from the earth and sold for big profits, despoiling the land and making big money for a few people in a whole other system of economy we call Capitalism. 

The rest, sadly, is history, involving huge wars fought for oil, thousands of deaths of our young men as well  – my beloved Uncle Leon amongst them – and all those people who happen to live their lives on top of oil-rich soil!  

More recently we hear now and again in the alternative press about several mysterious “accidental deaths” of brilliant inventors who just happened to be creating free-energy devices similar to Nicola Tesla’s early in the century…

Nikola Tesla, please forgive us.

So, as I rake up old weeds in the yard, I wonder how we can make it through this time of transition into a wiser world in which we humans live in harmony with the rest of our gorgeous planet, rather than presuming only we have special rights to its bounty?

Big breath, as my mind spins with the size of the task before us and our grandchildren, and our own sense of personal failure. 

But it is Solstice now and under a rare cojunction of Jupier and Saturn – so beautiful near the horizon last night – and we are, for just this moment in history all stopped in our tracks and can reconsider (with the stars) who we are and what we are doing here on earth? 

Then I sputter with laughter at the bad-joke impossibility of how we’re going to squirm our way out of this mess; then the laughter becomes contagious and we are all laughing at our prediccament. Then we are crying together and hearing one anothers’ stories of pain and anger, knowing we are not alone with ours. Then we are hugging one another, hard and I am feeling so much love for you, and for you, and all our compatriots going through this together. And we feel it and hear it everywhere around us:

 ‘I love you.’

 ‘I love you.’ 

Then someone grabs another rake and we get busy raking up leaves together – and then someone gets the wheelbarrow. The compost pile grows and we’re telling jokes again and dragging over a rotting bale of straw, and someone asks if anyone has seen the pitchfork.

A neighbor comes by to help out, and the dogs get all excited and try to get us to throw sticks for them, and the kids come out of the house shouting for jobs, too. Slowly the barrow grows, first in length and then in width, and the yard gets gradually cleared of debris and folks keep coming to help. Then we discover a young oak tree hidden in the brush that nobody noticed before! And nearby is a tangled, thorny briar patch we realize is actually an old climbing rose! Oh my!

This is where the fun is happening – and the job is getting done bit by bit, together.  

Because that’s how it works…