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I have a new resolution regarding requirements for those seeking public office.
All candidates for government leadership positions, in addition to meeting age and citizenship requirements, must have experience cultivating his or her own garden.
The morning after a sonically gorgeous night rainfall, when the soil has brightness and substance that only comes from being well-cultivated and full of moisture (happy soil, if such a thing is possible), seeing the first tiny shoots reach tentatively curled fingers toward the sun inspires a simultaneous satisfaction at facilitating miraculous life and awe at the complexity of plant physiology. The culture of life lives in my garden.
Something living can grow out of something as simple as earth, water, and sun. I've been so lucky as to coax green out of the metal and concrete of my fire escape -- it can be done anywhere. The planet has adjusted to accommodate us, but it will lay down roots and cast vines wherever it can, just so long as we allow it to do so. Is it really so hard to share?
If every public official had a garden, perhaps they'd all be a little less gung-ho about destroying something so beautiful. Maybe they'd be less focused on creating more of us to conquer the green and more aware of our present presence. So simple to do, when one has a garden, but easy to forget when enclosed within sterile white walls.
All candidates for government leadership positions, in addition to meeting age and citizenship requirements, must have experience cultivating his or her own garden.
The morning after a sonically gorgeous night rainfall, when the soil has brightness and substance that only comes from being well-cultivated and full of moisture (happy soil, if such a thing is possible), seeing the first tiny shoots reach tentatively curled fingers toward the sun inspires a simultaneous satisfaction at facilitating miraculous life and awe at the complexity of plant physiology. The culture of life lives in my garden.
Something living can grow out of something as simple as earth, water, and sun. I've been so lucky as to coax green out of the metal and concrete of my fire escape -- it can be done anywhere. The planet has adjusted to accommodate us, but it will lay down roots and cast vines wherever it can, just so long as we allow it to do so. Is it really so hard to share?
If every public official had a garden, perhaps they'd all be a little less gung-ho about destroying something so beautiful. Maybe they'd be less focused on creating more of us to conquer the green and more aware of our present presence. So simple to do, when one has a garden, but easy to forget when enclosed within sterile white walls.