Perennial: adj.
I’ve been quiet lately.
Feeling pulses through me more than words, and I find myself drawn to perennials–echinacea, elecampane, comfrey, lemon balm, mint. In my garden, I’m sure I’m somehow killing the spearmint, transplanting it rootbound into dry, undernourished soil, not watering it enough, and watching the bright green leaves turn brown at the edges, before finally coming to it with compost and a full watering can–an offering and apology at once. I learn that even mint, a notorious spreader, has to draw in before exploding across the garden, sharing its coolness. I’m sorry, I say, and I kneel down to press my finger into the soil, seeing how far the water has traveled, and if it has quenched the roots.
Persistent. Enduring. Grow, little spearmint, grow. Please.
Death is a perennial literary theme. How can I ask you to grow now, when I, too, draw in sometimes. Spring cleaning has passed, but again I strip down and clear out. Again I breathe into the cavernous lungs, the temple of the belly, the hard but porous bones. I breathe all the way into my fingerprints, reclaiming every nook of space with emptiness. There is no room for anything else.
Continuing without interruption. I bought spearmint seed this year, only to learn it does not grow true from seed; it is better to propagate from cuttings and root divisions. Spearmint grows by continuously sending out new shoots, and given the space, it will take over your garden, but I found established plants and transplanted them anyway, breathing in refreshment all the while.
Perennial quest for certainty. This happens every now and then, this clearing out, this reclaiming of emptiness. It comes suddenly, when I realize that I cannot walk through an open door while carrying everything in the room with me. Doors are not made that big, and purposefully so. Sometimes I get caught in the notion that expansion is beauty, forgetting the stark clarity of contraction until an opportunity opens up and the only way to take it and walk through the door is to leave everything else behind.
Renewed. It is raining. Water, falling from the sky instead of the can, and the spearmint, which was already beginning to perk up, smiles. Green is reclaiming the plants that had begun to turn brown, and new stalks reach out horizontally and then turn upward to the sky. We all contract sometimes. It is necessary. But we persist.
Present at all seasons of the year. I’ve been quiet lately, and feeling pulses through me more than words as I learn to listen with my whole body: breathing into the caverns of my lungs, the temple of my belly, the strength of my bones, and crevices of my fingertips. I find myself drawn to perennials, how they seem to breathe a long slow breath in and out, expanding and contracting; how they come back every year; how they never really leave; how they remind me it is okay to draw in before burgeoning out into the world.
Another nice post today thanks. I really enjoyed reading it very much. Have a great day.
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This is a lovely, moving post. Thank you for sharing this!
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“…when I realize that I cannot walk through an open door while carrying everything in the room with me… until an opportunity opens up and the only way to take it and walk through the door is to leave everything else behind.” This bears repeating and hearing. Nature has all the answers. Every day, I walk away from the bench, leaving everything behind for the time of a walk along the river. It is only by walking away and empty-handed that we can start from seed, it seems. You should write a book of deep thoughts!
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Dear Running Barefoot, I found your blog thanks to Ornament Studio. We are located in the same town. Silvio has good reading taste! You write beautifully. Your use of nature to make sense of daily life turns a sometimes difficult quest into something that flows, like a plant that takes its time to reach higher. It is with pleasure that I am including your blog in a weekend review I publish every Saturday. Tomorrow, our readers will add Running Barefoot to their reading list. Have a great weekend. PS: Greetings to Mr. Spearmint.
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