Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Calm Amid The Steroid Storm...

When chaos abounds in my life, I play in the dirt. Much with the enthusiasm and vigor of a child making mud pies, I immerse my lily white hands in the soil. It brings me such comfort to scoop up the grainy substance in my palms and attempt, with aging eyes, to dissect the minute particles of matter...pausing to wonder perchance where each tiny grain originated.

I feel at peace with the dirt...an inexplicable attraction between us. If not for water and blood and muscle and nerve fiber, the dirt and I would look very much alike...kindred and sister spirits of sorts. I can sit in the dirt, covered in what some might find offensive grime, and relax...letting all my worries sink deeply through my feet to deposit in the soil. I consider this the most sacred art of recycling...to let Mother Earth take upon her shoulders those burdens too heavy for me to carry and transform them into beautiful acts of nature.

The dirt listens to me without ever uttering a word. It patiently awaits with chasmic arms, ready to embrace me at any moment of any hour of any day. It doesn't care if I am grumpy or lonely or sad...the soil knows the value of it's companionship.




Today, I have spent some brief time in the dirt. It never seems long enough, but life "above ground" beckons my attention. I envision one day, this body I call home will rest comfortably in the soil...and with enough rain and wind, I will one day travel the entire world.

8 comments:

Sara said...

I'm totally the same way, give me a lil dirt to play with & alls good! Not sure what it is, but water play & dirt play are always the bestest to get me outta a bad mood. Just wish I made more time for those things on a regular basis.

mdmhvonpa said...

Cherry tomatoes ... Firecracker-100 if I am not mistaken. Mmmmmm.

BRAINCHEESE said...

SARA:

Yes, I too, enjoy the comfort of a good body of water...maybe that's why I've always chosen to live on the coasts in the States.

LD

BRAINCHEESE said...

MDMHVONPA:

Excellent deduction, dear Watson! LOL

LD

Peej said...

I'm not a gardener... in fact, anyone who gives me a plant pretty much assures it a gruesome death. I do try though...

My love is to have my hands in slip or clay up to the elbows. To create something out of wet (sometimes liquid!) mud and have it last for generations is such a kick!

You feed me and I'll create chachkies for you. :)

BRAINCHEESE said...

PEEJ:

I have never done pottery, but I can just imagine the wonderful "release" of the clay in the hands...I hope you continue to find the "calm in the clay"...

LD

Miss Chris said...

You'd probably like this scent by Burt's Bees. It's called Tomato cologne. I know! It sounds horrible but I smelled it once and it smells like a garden. It's earthy like dirt (but not in a bad way) and smells just like a veggie garden. Weird but interesting. I also smelled a cologne once called "Dirt".

BRAINCHEESE said...

MISS CHRIS:

I will definitely have to check that out! Thanks...

LD