So this morning, on a prompt from Reb Jeff, I decided to suggest we had a nice day off. A picnic, and a dog walk.
'No, I need to buy some Pectin and sort out my jelly'... From Himself. Well I looked up how to make and concentrate apple pectin online, and gave him the recipe. 'Does it keep' I was asked... probably for a few days if you put a lemon juice in it and kept it in the fridge, besides why would you want to keep it, you are going to use it... no?
So we did manage to go for a picnic, a little walk, checked out to see if there were any ceps starting in the secret places... not yet but it is early. Then came home and sat in the garden shed, snoozing, reading, and just being lazy. Then made cucumber sandwiches, a pot of Earl Grey, and finished off the chocolate cake.
Then I couldn't help myself, I had to get into a bit more of my neglected veg patch. It is full of bindweed, and much as I was enjoying the few hours reading my delicious book, I kept having the sneaky suspicion the bindweed roots were growing like some subterranian monster triffid from the patch that I havent yet dug, into the patch that has not shown a snitch of bindweed since I dug it out a few weeks back.
Himself had gone in to watch cricket by this time, so I decided that I would ask God to help me clear a bit more of this ground. Well.
I did ask the last time I got digging, and got a lot of help, and very effective help. I haven't seen any bindweed in that bit.
I managed to dig about 3 foot down with the garden fork and then trowel through on this bit. It's like a whole different ball game.
I like digging it through with the trowel as there are so many lovely fat worms in the ground, and I can bury them back in the loose earth as I go, but these roots... Then I heard God say 'You did ask'!
Of course, I asked if God would help me dig out all the problems in my life along with the bindweed roots! Bindweed roots in the previous patch were just bindweed roots. These are the mother of all bindweed roots. I decided to stop after an hour. I am going to ring fence this bit by putting down another barrier. Anything that grows up through the surface will get my yet to be tried out method of dealing with the evidence. I am going to train the bindweed up through a hole in a fizzy drink bottle on a bit of bamboo twig. Then I am going to spray inside the bottle with Glyphosphate, so it doesn't go everywhere else!
However I had a very informative hour with God looking over my shoulder telling me where to dig to find the roots. It reminded me a bit of how my Dad used to draw a circle in the sand when we were children at the beach. He would say, if you dig here, you will find treasure, and we did. I am sure now that he put the money in the sand for us to find, but not always!
Well these bindweed roots have a whole book to themselves! First off I have had the sneaky suspicion that when God said he cursed the Earth to make it difficult to grow crops in the Cain and Abel story, it was an introduction of bindweed. It was probably already there, but it became much more invasive, and difficult to deal with.
Then there were the different depths that the roots were laying in, like arteries, or a nervous system. Not to mention the yet to be classified mushrooms that were growing under the grass, they look like giant shitake. They look gorgeous, but as always until I can get a definitive classification I won't eat them.
Anyway the bindweed roots lived at three levels, so I thought, until I happened to get into the very yellowish clay subsoil, then they became about half inch thick and I gave up! It made me think of the different levels of consciousness I am aware of, and what happens in each level of my awareness.
When I got into the Clay, and found these huge aortic monster roots, I realised we see all this consciousness stuff the wrong way round. We are simply not in touch with our hard wiring. I had this immediate flash about Abraham being an Urban dweller in Ur, becoming nomadic, and his immediate offspring nomadic, until going into Egypt, where the tribes became urban dwellers again, then the cleaving of the Israelites from the Egyptians, to send them back into a nomadic way of life, until reaching 'The Promised Land'.
There is something very deep in the narrative of the Bible about the tensions between urban dwelling, and nomadic dwelling. About a sense of primordal freedom, or a learned and managed freedom. The Bible is the story of civilisation of our base instincs yes, but so much more. Like my roots I accidentally found lived below the subsoil. There is a sub narrative just beyond my ability to grasp right now that feels elusive and has got my attention.
Something God want's to tell me, because I feel it, but can't put it into words. How exciting... might need to dig up more roots!
Sweet dreams everybody.