Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Man in the Bush with God May Meet
There is a poem I wrote in the front of my Bible many years ago. It seems to have fresh meaning now.
Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the love and pride of man,
At the Sophist schools and the learned clan;
For what are they in their high conceit;
When man in the bush with God may meet?
I stayed in bed until 7:20 because it was too cold to get up.
I mowed the grass in front of the cabins and also started chopping up the weeds I pulled from the berry bushes along the fence row. I ran the mower over the piles a few time then put the mulch between the plants. After the mower ran out of gas, I started mulching the trees that John and Karen had been feeding. John reminded me today that the main reason we do this work with the gardening is because it is good for our own bodies. It's good for the plants, but primarily it is good for us.
John does not waste anything. He lives on a retirement pension that he gets from the Australian government plus his income from his clients. I asked him why he doesn't hire someone to help him with the farm. He explained the he could not afford to hire someone because it costs more to employ someone than just the salary you give them. But with his income, if he is careful, he can afford to work his farm himself and travel the world. But he is careful with his spending.
Lunch was black sapote, papaya, custard apple, and coconut. I was slow eating today so didn't eat my banana or passion fruit. I would like to grow passion fruit at home. There are varieties that will grow in a temperate climate.
Tina brought my flute book back to me. She and the children are going to Mission Beach for a few days for Sky's confirmation and Eucharist. I practiced my flute and got on the computer a little while. I sunbathed for 30 minutes.
We had consultations at 2:00. I weighed 55 kilos. We talked about my vaccination lesson. When I was a kid we all had measles, chicken pox and mumps. It was no big deal. I had the measles five times. Mom would tell the doctor I'd had the measles multiple time. The usual response, "No, you can only have the measles once. It wasn't the measles before." John says, "They cannot admit their philosophy is wrong." Per John - I broke out multiple times because my lifestyle didn't change, but my body was able to release the toxins through the disease. Someone else may have only been able to break out once, but they would have retained the toxins which probably manifested later as another disease, such as arthritis.
Supper was lettuce, tomato, avocado, sauerkraut, pecans, and two dates. I practiced flute a little more, wrote notes to Mom and Wanda, wrote postcards to grandkids, and read the rest of the evening.