After too long an absence, my encountering the poem below nudged a return to the ol blog. Diving back in to the research and literature on HT has been on my mind for some time now. There has certainly been great progress in the field of HT, and the world of sustainable gardening in the past couple of years. And overwhelming amounts of new programming and research to delve into...
So here's to not knowing where to start. And waking from a long Winter.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.
-Antonio Machado
Translated by: an unknown and hopefully accurate individual.
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