“To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.”
Ever since the temperature got over 27°C, plus the 70% to 90% humidity, my body condition has been decreasing. When the excruciating summer hell “officially” arrived in August and September, my body just shut down.
It became a bag that had lots of holes. All the energy just kept dripping out. It turned into a sick animal, even the primal drive to eat to run freely had lost. It’s a land that no flowers could flourish, no pasture to nourish, and, cut off all connections to the bigger unity.
The blood tests, the urine tests, the tubes, the x-ray indicated that I was OKAY. Medications, consolation, hallucination. The more the better.
I woke up one day then I realized that I couldn’t eat egg omelets, the usual breakfast, simply because my stomach was too weak to digest and had the appetize off. I knew that Chinese herbal medicine was my last hope.
When I examined myself from the perspective of Chinese medicine, I wasn’t just oppressing or dealing the obvious problems, I went from an overall view. I got to know the delicate yet solid system and brought in the supports grown and made by the mother earth.
Some said it’s like surfing. You don’t go against the wave. Just follow the rhythm and try to catch up.
I think it’s a hologram. Every pieces has its part and also represents the whole. When the cayote was killed under a gunshot, I cried. It felt like a part of me died with it.
I was chilling at a couch and watching this movie on a Tuesday morning. The farm went from barren to exuberantly thriving, and everything started with a dream and a promise to a dog.
The leftovers turned into vermicompost and fertilized the land. The snails ate the fresh tree leaves then became the feast for the ducks. Too much cattle’s manure caused undesirable amount of flies, and the even more maggots would’ve been a terrible issue if it’s not for the chickens came in to take charge of it. The starlings were devouring the fruits, but, don’t you worry, the hawks and the owls would arrive soon after. The cayotes then would find the gophers perfect for their tastes. Their droppings went back to cultivate the soil. Every parts together as a unity created, not just above the soil but also underneath it, diversity and equaliberty.
I saw myself in Todd’s eyes, a creature that wasn’t a misfit to the society surrounding but a simple soul needed to be back to its habitat. I felt I was connected with everything, once again. I was supported both from both inside and outside. The bird found the wind, the plant grounded its roots. Nothing had ever lost, it’s always here.
