{"id":1859,"date":"2016-11-14T13:40:49","date_gmt":"2016-11-14T21:40:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.loghouseplants.com\/blogs\/greengardening\/?p=1859"},"modified":"2016-11-14T13:40:49","modified_gmt":"2016-11-14T21:40:49","slug":"after-the-fall","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.loghouseplants.com\/blogs\/greengardening\/2016\/11\/after-the-fall\/","title":{"rendered":"After The Fall"},"content":{"rendered":"

Love Rules<\/strong><\/p>\n

Autumn has always been my favorite season, yet over the years, it\u2019s become a time of sorrow as well. Both my parents died in November, on the same day, though twelve years apart. Six years have passed since my husband died on Halloween eve. I still experience autumn as an enticing time of change, with warm chinook winds blowing toward new horizons, but I am increasingly aware of my own horizon drawing in. Perhaps because I qualified for Medicare on November first. Perhaps because the recent election results left me grieving for so many vulnerable populations. As much as anything, I grieve for the earth and all that inhabits it, animal, mineral, and vegetable. Whatever the reason, I feel more strongly than ever that both we who grieve and we who rejoice must choose something precious to protect.<\/p>\n

I say \u201csomething\u201d, because there are so many, many causes in dire need of protecting, yet if we flail about trying to do a bit here and a little there, we dilute our energy and strength. That\u2019s not to say that what we do must be on the grand scale; we don\u2019t all have the gifts required to sway opinions and move national and international programs forward. However, all of us have something we love passionately enough to protect, and that\u2019s where our energy and our love must be directed now, every single day.<\/p>\n

Discovering The Layers Of Love<\/strong><\/p>\n

We all have many loves, of course: family and friends, our own community, our larger loyalties to state and country and the world itself. Among those many loves, most of us can identify something that calls us out of complacency, even out of fear, commanding our attention and our service. If you already know where your heart lies, go out and do everything you know how to do, and be willing to add new skills to your tool kit. If you aren\u2019t so sure, set aside time to ponder and meditate and listen for that deep heartfelt call. What can you bring to the world to promote peace, compassion, healing, justice, hope?<\/p>\n

My heart weeps for the natural world, for the greed that drives environmental pillage and destruction, for blindness that sees value only in human use, for short sighted policies that prefer quick gratification over sustainability. I grieve for everyone on the gender spectrum who does not fit rigid rules of what\u2019s acceptable. I grieve for refugees who are not made welcome, despite the fact that all of us but Native Americans come from refugee families. I grieve the ways we invaders have stripped this country\u2019s original inhabitants of everything they had, breaking every treaty and promise with total impunity. I also grieve so deeply for educational systems that have left so many people behind, untrained in critical thinking skills, confused about the differences between reality and reality tv, swayed by hateful rhetoric, frightened, worried, and angry.<\/p>\n

Balancing Hope And Heartbreak<\/strong><\/p>\n

To many of us, it has felt so hopeful and exciting to watch the world changing, to watch acceptance of differences grow, to watch new generations become more concerned with economic injustice and environmental destruction than the rapidly shifting social mores. I have been fascinated to be drawn into unknown territory when my first born announced that she is now a woman, and has been all along, but lacked the skills and abilities to make that transformation until this summer. I was amazed and grateful and intrigued again when my daughter-in-law patiently explained to me that instead of not very subtly wondering when my younger son would \u201cwake up to his responsibilities\u201d I might consider that he is an exceptional father, a highly talented coach, and a brilliant musician and that she herself is willing and eager to work full time as a teacher. On every front, changes offer us an opportunity to change ourselves as well, to learn, to grow, to strengthen and develop.<\/p>\n

Knowing that changing ourselves can also be uncomfortable and even terrifying, I can find some compassion for those whose fear drives them to act in ways I find both horrifying and incomprehensible. I don\u2019t understand how anyone can feel such blanket hatred for so many people and ideas and situations I find joyful and hopeful, but I do understand that this is so. Finding common ground is going to take a long time and a lot of work, yet it is the work before us. Still, I am in no hurry to let go of my grief, to push it aside and pretend it doesn\u2019t flavor every breath of every day. It does and will and always has. The core of that grief is my inability to have pat answers for such complex questions: How can we be so different and still be the same people? How can we communicate cleanly and clearly with each other? How can we respect each other despite those differences?<\/p>\n

Soulful Soup<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can\u2019t yet answer those questions, but I can feed the hungry in my immediate circle. In my house, the soup pot is nearly always on the stove, and my fridge holds tall jars of this quintessential comfort food. Today, I\u2019m dropping a few salty tears in the pot as I blend South American white beans with Tuscan Black kale and Asian Turban garlic. I\u2019m also planting garlic into the sandy loam of my garden berms, where it will grow all through the cold, dark winter to come. As I cook and as I plant and as I eat and feed others, I will be offering intentions for courage and strength, for peace and good will, for neighborliness, for hope and healing. In my vocabulary, hope is not a word of weakness but of encouragement and endurance, of vision and inspiration. So, I continue to hope, to love, and to act with all my being to protect what I hold most dear. And that includes you.<\/p>\n

World Of Love Soup<\/strong><\/p>\n

2 tablespoons avocado or olive oil
\n6 cloves garlic, chopped
\n2 teaspoons minced rosemary
\n1\/2 teaspoon sea salt
\n1 large onion, chopped
\n4 stalks celery, chopped
\n1 large bunch kale, chopped (stems included)
\n2 cups cooked white beans
\n1 cup refried beans OR mashed beans
\n1\/4 teaspoon smoked paprika
\n1 cup stemmed parsley<\/p>\n

In a small bowl, combine 1 tablespoon oil, 1\/3 of the garlic, half the rosemary, and a pinch of salt, set aside. In a soup pot, heat remaining oil with onion, remaining garlic, rosemary, salt and the onion over medium high heat and cook for 5 minutes. Add celery and kale, cover pan and let sweat until slightly wilted. Add water to cover, bring to a simmer and cook for 10 minutes. Add beans, stir in mashed or refried beans and return to a simmer. Season to taste with paprika and salt and serve, garnished with parsley and a swirl of the reserved garlic oil. Serves 4.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you already know where your heart lies, go out and do everything you know how to do, and be willing to add new skills to your tool kit. If you aren\u2019t so sure, set aside time to ponder and meditate and listen for that deep heartfelt call. What can you bring to the world to promote peace, compassion, healing, justice, hope?
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