Looking around the human world are multiple examples of the confusion of fanatical thinking with delusions of invincibility. Who is in charge, really? How do we get fanaticism under control? Where are the boundaries for something that has no boundaries? Addictions to power, drugs, weapons and the internet are all under examination at the moment.
Leaving the human world for a walk in the garden seems essential at present, however rainy or cold, just for some solace. Quite unexpectedly at this time of year, passing by the old crabapple wraps me in the fragrance of April violets. The cold snap in October, followed by a warm Indian summer, triggered them into an early bloom. As they have spread into a circle of twelve feet in diameter it is quite a waft of pure bliss! These are the intense pink violets that came from a small division from my mother's garden at least 35 years ago. The scent is full of my memory of her and yet she never lived long enough in one place to have such a spread of them, so it is not the memory of her garden that I smell. It is simply a place in my mind and heart where she resides still that is the comforting memory. It is the essence of Neptune that we all long for in ourselves, the oblivion of the womb, afloat in the mystery of the unknown, without fear, before birth and the reality of life lived. Mother Earth.
