A poem by Rabindranath Tagore
The same stream of life that runs
through my veins night and day runs
through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy
through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and
breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle
of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world
of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages
dancing in my blood this moment.
Growing up, i would sneak peas from my grandmother’s garden.
Eating these sneaky fresh peas was a celebration of life that
truly brought me joy – and continues to be one of the reasons we plant peas today.
What activity did you do as a child that excited you?
How can you recreate that today?
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And yes, I did eat that last pea 🙂
I used to make “witches brew” pretending to boil and stew all sorts in the garden… And that’s exactly how I cook now 😂
Thats awesome! Lots of fun too!
Reading…it was my way to become a part of another world…and through the restrictions of Covid, it found my way back to me. Or, I made time for it realizing how much joy it truly brings me. Great question!
I don’t remember peas growing in my garden, but yes- green beans, radish..
Pick blackberries just wild from all over the neighborhood. I did it last night and this time I remembered to wear a long sleeve shirt. Those suckers are sharp!
Thanks for another great post.
I grew snow peas in my garden for the kids, they never made it in the house they ate them as fast as they grew lol. Good memories for them of having a garden tho :).
Yep, peas and radishes out of my grandparents garden, oh, and carrots too! 😁