“The Mayan Prophecy” was a mere handful of months away, and wouldn’t you know it? I was only now diving into my goal of making movies. If the past eight or nine years weren’t enough time to achieve said objective, then the only movies I would “make” would be the ones I wrote to appease the mutant monsters that would overrun the post-apocalyptic landscape. Timing was never my thing.
Speaking of timing, a revelation had only now struck me while visiting my Dad up North; we were terrible kids. We gave our parents such grief and even cost them hundreds of dollars because we were idiots, especially when Travis and I were living with just my Dad. We spent so much of our time fighting and the rest sitting in front of our respective televisions, “rotting our brains” on CRT screens rather than spending time with Dad, learning the ins and outs of cars, or simple gardening.
Today, I was reminded that in life, we all need that certain “Je nais se quoi;” the element of our lives that centers us– one returns us to true ourselves.
For many, this form of zen is yoga. For some, hiking comes to mind. Swimming. Biking. Walking a dog. There are many ways in which we can calm ourselves and get in touch with nature and our bodies. My method is gardening. There is nothing quite like the feeling of getting close to the Earth and interacting with soil, whilst nurturing living things during the course of their entire lives. It is truly unlike anything else I can do– Well, except for writing.
*Note: This was a post that I had meant to write months ago, immediately after the summer gardening season, but I never got around to it. So now, it’s a memorial to one of the most hard-working people that I have ever known.
In my youth, my Father spent lots of time tending to our personal garden over the summer months in Northern Maine. My brother and I were however too lazy to help in any discernible way, and to subsequently learn a life lesson about hard work and dedication in the process. We sure did enjoy eating the fruits of his labor though!