Back to Nature (Published on TBNWeekly.com - Feb. 16, 2005)
Things arent always as they appear
The old man prodded his garden with a timeworn
spade, twisting and turning the clumps of earth to the surface. Each row was
prepared as if in expectation. His brown gnarled hands gently spread a layer of
peat moss and compost over the surface as his great-grandfather had done a hundred
years before him.
|Photo by Rick Tremmel
|Look closely things
arent always as they appear to be.
It doesnt matter how you plant a garden as long as you supply the
basic ingredients for cultivation. I plant mine this way cause thats
what my pappy taught me to do when I grew up in Italy. You can make most anything
sprout to seedling. The hard part is to have the determination and will to keep it
growing. Lots of folks start something but arent prepared to finish it.
You gotta appreciate the miracle of nurturing something to life with your own hands
same as with kids. Most people want the flowers but dont want the work that
goes with it. I learned a long time ago, a garden isnt what it seems to be on
the surface. Theres gotta be someone always tending the soil.
Sitting around an open fire warming our hands, smoke curling around our heads into
the night sky, I listened as an Elder spoke of change, tolerance and balance. She
spoke of history, past wrongs and events that burdened. She spoke of love that
leads to tolerance. She spoke of tolerance that leads to balance.
I keep telling people its whats in your heart and by our actions
we are known. It doesnt matter what color your eyes are or how you braid your
hair. That doesnt determine the path you choose to walk or whats in
your heart or determine your actions. There are those that claim to be Indian but
will never have an Indian heart. They may beat their drums and dress in the finest
beaded leather. They may dance with abandon and call to Creator arms up in the air.
But Creator knows whats in their hearts.
Ive met many a gentle, good hearted soul. There are those that walk
upon this earth in sincerity while not claiming to be anyone other than who they
are. They walk quietly and are known by the love and nurturing of those around
them. There is no pretense in their steps or trickery in their words. Creator
recognizes a good heart. Love leads to tolerance. Tolerance leads to balance. Are
we in balance with our Universe? Ive learned that things arent always
as they appear to be.
Our narrow path widened from the cool, shaded shelter of the oak hammock into a
gateway leading to an open area of patchy weeds clinging to dusty brown and white
barren sand. As if a hapless beach lost and forgotten during the age of the
dinosaurs where once pterodactyls soared upon tropical breezes while saber-toothed
tigers protected their young below, the terrain spread sizzling under the noon day
sun. How can any being forge out a living upon such lifeless soil, I wondered?
The young man next to me pointed, Look, theres a yellow bird bathing
in the dust. My eyes scanned the landscape but were unable to focus on any
bird, much less a yellow one. I turned to the young man and smiled,
Youre teasing me, yes?
No really, right there in the sand. Look, hes pecking at the
soil, he said in earnest. I looked again and sure enough right before my eyes
a yellowish bird with olive brown back appeared.
A prairie warbler, I affirmed. How fascinating it was that this
colorful bird was able to disappear, camouflaged upon the dusty soil. Things
arent always as they appear to be.
An art student asked me how is it that black is not a color but white is the
combination of all colors? I explained as best I could. Visible light contains
approximately equal proportions of all colors. All frequencies of visible light
come together to form white light. The resulting white is a mixture of the seven
spectral colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet). We
see the colors but they are apparent to our eyes as blended white.
Things arent always as they appear to be.
Nature teaches us about reality and deception. Eventually the riddle is solved or
the impostor is exposed. An honest soul, a genuine hand, the faithful path, the
tolerant acceptance, the unbiased mind, the loving heart, the open arms are known
by the crops harvested, the children raised, the hands healed and the inspiration
sincerely passed on and shown from caring hand to hand, through generations in
balance, back to nature.
Karen can be reached at MyMuddyPawsStudio@gmail.com.