Get Back to the Garden

Well I came across a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him tell where are you going
This he told me

Well I am going down to Yasgur's farm
Going to join in a rock and roll band
Goin' to get back to the land to set my soul free

We are stardust, we are golden
We are ten billion year old carbon
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden

from CSNY's Woodstock

Boycot war, exploitation, consumerism, and boredom -- grow your own food! Get your hands dirty, your mind clean. Put that seed in the ground, care for it, guard it, protect it, nurture it as though your life depended on it because it does. Discover what truly fresh tastes like, what work feels like, what the satisfaction of providing for yourself is like. You will learn more biology and chemistry and biochemistry than you ever imagined because it will be useful to you. You will come to dance with the seasons, howl with the moon. You may even be blessed to consider things like "right livelihood" from the midst of cubicle hell and be tempted to reach for the chemical enhancement for your little plants in spite of your righteousness.

But you will never run out of things to learn.

Although once you do it a little you'll just about have to do it more. It is a gateway, may be habit forming and most certainly transforming.

These are my wishes for Equinox. Balanced, poised, moving from the center. Child of the Gods.