Sunday July 11, 2010

Dragon Fly Hill

Camden, South Carolina



At 7:00 am it was already 84 degrees or damn close. The bugs, all shapes and buzzing social classes, had risen early for their coffee and tea and biscuits (and since we are in the South, they probably had gravy on those biscuits).

There I stood with a post hole digger, a rake,  a bucket of sweet potato starters and really solid, good intentions.

We “mentioned” to some of our co-workers and friends that we were going to make the leap into setting up a fall vegetable garden this year. Around here you cannot just “mention” something in passing. Your word is pretty much golden.

So if I said, “Gee, I am thinking about building a Yurt in the backyard”  (after I explained what a yurt was) people would follow-up now and again and ask how the yurt construction was going. They would want to stop by and see it. They would probably even want to have a little party to celebrate its completion.

You can’t B.S. around here and you cannot talk out of your butt. When I lived in Florida I would “Blue Sky” plans left and right, maybe even pick up the supplies and then NEVER do it. Not here, honey. You better do it because you will need to report on the status to those you have blabbed off to.

So that being said, one of the really awesome people we have met while living here gave us two bucketfuls of sweet potato vines. She and her family have a farm where they grow vegetables all year-long and share them with friends and our seniors at work.

So those buckets sat in the garage.

And they sat in the garage.

Three days passed and those damn things did not plant themselves. Imagine that?

I even waited for the elves to show up. Not the elves that cobble shoes, no, no, the ones that come and plant sweet potatoes.

But much to my dismay they didn’t show.

So now I was confronted with the possibility that I might really be full of B.S. and it was going to show.

So arise ye faithful and plant Sweet Potatoes. We skipped yoga and meditation to beat the heat and bugs, which as mentioned previously, did not happen.

The first thing was to clear the pine straw in the expanse of garden in the backyard. We have not planted anything in this particular garden patch because the deer love to romp in the general area and have been known to eat everything – flowers, bread, plants, small trees, children (ok, kidding about the children). But, we were taking our chances with the sweet potatoes.

Rake pine straw out of large space (check). Dig small holes with post hole digger (check). Swat away some bugs (checkity, check, check). Plant the little vines and cover them up with sweet Mother Earth (check). Water and sit down and admire the work. Not done. Go back and cover the sandy parts with pine straw so the weeds don’t invade. Okay done.

 There was a quiet satisfaction sitting amidst the buzzing bugs and slowly creeping heat and staring down at the little vines we had diligently planted. No elves. No hired hands.  Sweet potato vines were out of the garage and in the ground.

There is a clear energy that comes with finishing not only what you start but also what  you intend. Intention is so powerful. A multitude of positive thought, self-help and new age books have been written on the subject. Set your intention and you can make it happen, right?

But what happens to us and our energy when we intend to do something and it hangs out there, hovering around. The initial energy that we had intended for good, more or less changes into something not so good. It makes us feel uncertain of ourselves and uneasy. 

I remember attending a luncheon once where a life coach was speaking and she insisted that we should take care of the little things in our life because when we don’t, the incomplete energy that they bring messes up the balance of everything else. She used the example of sewing buttons on shirts rather than just skipping over them in the closet. Why resist sewing the button when if we did we would have our favorite blouse back? And when we finally do, that tiny act has so much freeing power that it changes our perspective in a moment.

That was what I felt with Sweet Potato Duty and this blog. You intend to do something and when you don’t, the mere energy of not keeping your promise to yourself can dissolve your own strength and unsettle the balance of your energy.

So plant sweet potatoes or tomatoes or flowers if you intend to; take up watercolor or pottery; leave work early to spend time with the ones you care about; travel to Italy;  bake bread; go sky diving or sew that button on your favorite blouse. Whatever your sweet potato bucket energy blocker is – challenge it and beat it.

I said I wanted a fall garden and it looks like I will have one. I intended to start a blog and well here we all are.

What could possibly be next?

I just might have a few ideas.