After my watering the worm condo and worm depository yesterday, it rained today. Oh well, it is hard to have too much water for worms; they do not like it hot. Today was Mother’s Day, time to honor our moms, and the celebration in the church of Pentecost, when the Spirit of God came down on us and fired up the people of God. Just like the love of mother for her child, the flames of Pentecost continually burn and are unconditional.
Some say that when I talk about the home model of growing power I become animated and enthused; I say that when I talk about anything dear to the spirit of who I am, I become animated and enthused. It is just like in a good garden: when all the conditions are right, the life and harvest is overflowing with joy and hope. It is like the hope and joy I experienced in the people of Venezuela. They were so energetic and enthused about the Bolivian Socialist revolution taking place. You can feel it in their words, music and dance. When I returned from the GATE trip to Guatemala I experienced the same hope and joy. But there it was despite all the death and destruction in their country. In fact I named my diary of those experiences Buried in Guatemala. For my Venezuelan experience I decided to call the web page Risen in Venezuela. Also, I decided to change the format from that of diary to that of showing a picture, and in days to come I will be working on this project. Actually today, Mother’s Day and Pentecost, is a good day to start this project since it is a day to celebrate unconditional love and hope born of the Spirit.
I did some more preparing of the garden today, and tomorrow I hope to do some planting. Hope burns eternal, they say. In a garden hope is the fuel, fire, or Spirit that drives one to work.
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