In The Garden Living an RPG Life

Chris Baty of NaNoWriMo issued a general Call to Adventure and like a good adventurer, I responded:

What do i want in my garden for this year? Now is the moment of power, the time to plant for this year’s profusion and beauty.

It’s raining, softening the earth, cleansing the air and the plants themselves. The colors, the plants, the groupings all will contribute to the beauty of the garden. Some annuals and of course perrenials. Trees and grasses grouped together. Pots and boxes. Edibles and cuttables. Environmentally suited. I love my succulents that reach deep in the earth and create a savings of water. Seed plants also save resources for another time. Flowers that dry, leaves becoming wreaths and swags. Cuttings to be regrown and passed on. All resources and assets to share, to build an economy on.

This is the first time I’ve really felt the garden for myself. Art and fashion are calling to me even more than writing at the moment. I still have the long novel to work out, and while that has anchored writing, there is more to do with it. Like a vegetable garden or an herb garden, the writing needs to serve more everyday needs. Knitting keeps me quiet and grounded these days. I’m happy. It is the beauty of the garden’s function. Knitting is hummingbirds and butterflies and ladybugs. It is other birds and insects and worms. Practical beauty.

Now is when I put together my ideal garden. And this is also when I add drawing and music. So much to decide on and plant. Chris Baty is hosting a further adventure and it coincides with the new year’s blessing I composed for the Ku’mmunity and continues the theme of profusion. OK so the idea of profusion comes from me, but the opportunity for profusion, for planting a garden of fashion and art and music–that comes from the call.

I’ve been courting the idea of more artistic clothing or at least being styled to reflect my interests, beginning to invest in myself as an expression of beauty as balance, of inner and outer symmetry. Here is my opportunity to commit and consumate.

Listen! Song is everything. The hum of the bird is the bird making itself manifest.

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