Category Archives: Nature

Hoe to Harvest

I am thrilled to have my essay “Hoe to Harvest: Connecting Soil, Soul and Society” be selected as a one of the winners of the WATER Essay Contest. The task was to write a 650-word essay on a topic related to feminist work for social change that springs from spiritual commitments. The contest was in honor of Rosemary Ganley, a Peterborough, Ontario feminist activist and writer whose weekly columns in The Peterborough Examiner reach a wide audience.

I hope you enjoy reading my essay below and perhaps be inspired to plant a few spring seeds!

Catherine in her garden in Germany in 2014. These sunflowers planted themselves!

Hoe to Harvest: Connecting Soil, Soul and Society

It took me a long time and a good deal of sweat to understand it — just how much growing food extends beyond the garden. Not only does a garden feed us, but it also forms us – as persons and as a community. My husband and I have been growing much of what we eat for the past twenty-five years. We started out with a small plot and a few lettuce and tomato plants, but we now have enough land to keep us busy and well-fed.

Once you work in tandem with the soil and seasons, you learn to appreciate the spiritual lessons they hold. How fundamentally attached we are to this place called Earth. How much working the land can actually help us to become fully human. As Gandhi once said, “To forget how to dig the earth and tend the soil is to forget ourselves.”

While a garden provides us with fruits and vegetables, it also acts as a mirror for the soul. As we interact with hoe, shovel and watering can upon our Earth, the Earth is ready to teach us about ourselves.

There are days when I find myself tearing at weeds, only moments later to feel the fierce roots of long-buried anger and resentment clinging to my heart. Other days I am filled with joy, longing to spill seeds upon every patch of bare soil. By gardening we create a place where our inner and outer worlds can meet. And in this space, with time and nourishment, we are encouraged to move closer to ourselves and each other.

My neighbor once explained why gardening was the humblest of tasks. “Your head is always bowed and sometimes you have to go down on your knees.” Growing food is also a revolutionary act. Physically, the small farmer spends time hoeing, seeding, planting, composting, weeding, watering, and finally harvesting – not only produce, but also the seeds for next year’s crop. Meanwhile, spiritually the farmer is creating a new way of being. As Vandana Shiva said, “The power to feed ourselves is the power to free ourselves.”

Gardening also brings us in communion with our Earth and the universe. From the millions of microorganisms alive in the soil to the moon’s phases telling us what to plant and when. The German mystic and saint Hildegard von Bingen wrote: “Humankind is called to co-create. With nature’s help, humankind can set into creation all that is necessary and life-sustaining.” What better way to co-create alongside Nature’s diversity than to bite down on a cherry tomato or munch snap green peas grown with our own two hands?

Sharing a bountiful harvest is also a way to shift the economic paradigm from exploiting the Earth to sharing her abundance. Many times I have given away (and received in return) crates of plump tomatoes, fava beans, juicy apples and plums. Sharing harvested food cultivates friendship, gratitude, and peace.

Even without much land to sow, everyone can find a way to grow something to eat. Try planting herbs in flowerpots on the windowsill or grace your terrace or balcony with larger pots full of salads, beans, and tomatoes. Otherwise, commit to buy produce from local farmers, contribute time or energy to community gardens, or plant some perennial flowers (preferably edible!) somewhere … anywhere  in your neighborhood.

Recently I planted a seed-thought that has bared fruit. At the charity where I volunteer, I suggested that we start growing food in the small plot next to where we distribute food and clothes. Together with a local cooperative that grows biological grains and legumes, charity volunteers and recipients have planted fruit trees this autumn and tilled the soil for spring planting.

The lessons gardening offers are simple. Every seed we plant holds a fruitful past and a tender promise. All we give to the soil feeds our future. And the small farmer is a humble, radical peacemaker.

One Pilgrimage, Two Sisters

It was a cold, brisk April dawn as I entered the church. This was to be my fifth pilgrimage to Monte Camera Sanctuary from the Church of Santa Maria Assunta. Located in the hills, about five miles from the tiny Italian village of Pieve di Compresseto in Umbria, this sanctuary is devoted to Mary. Since 1647, the townspeople, full of faith and prayers, have been climbing to the tiny chapel to celebrate the Feast of the Madonna of Monte Camera every Tuesday after Easter.

The first pilgrimage took place 376 years ago when the bubonic plague was devastating the population. Those who were well enough went in procession to this sanctuary to pray to the Madonna, asking her to intercede on their behalf. When they returned, everyone who had been sick was miraculously cured. Since then, the villagers have returned every year in procession to this chapel to commemorate the miracle. This year was going to be different for me, as I was planning to carry a special prayer.

You can read more about my pilgrimage (which I hope to join next week as well) to this beautiful sanctuary and the prayer that I carried with me. This story was published as a “Spiritual Journey” by Unity Magazine (April/May 2024).

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A Glimpse of Infinity

After graduating from the University of California Berkeley in 1987, I moved to Fukuyama, Japan—about 400 miles south of Tokyo—to teach English. People often ask why I decided to go to Japan, but the reality is that Japan chose me. At that time, I longed to take a year off and travel abroad. Having applied for English teaching positions in more than fifty countries, the school in Fukuyama was the one that invited me to come.

I arrived knowing only three words in Japanese: hajimashite (nice to meet you), arigatoo (thank you), and sayonara (goodbye), thanks to a Japanese friend who helped me learn some helpful phraes before I left. I practiced constantly.

The author at the Sanzen-in Temple in Kyoto in 1987.

I ended up staying two years in this beautiful country. I learned to speak Japanese and to read enough of the language to decipher grocery labels and train schedules, and I was blessed with making many Japanese friends, some of whom I am still in touch with 35 years later.

You can read more about my time in Japan and the transpersonal experience that I had while visiting Sanzen-in Temple in Kyoto. This story was published as a “Spiritual Journey” by Unity Magazine (September/October 2023).

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