“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.” Confucius
“He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.” Friedrich Nietzsche
My amanuensis, Kirk R. Brown, has scheduled some days apart from me in this winter season. He is attending to his personal business on many fronts relating to the greening of America. These days and in this particular season they have gatherings of our clans of fellow gardeners across this vast country of ours. He loves what he does. His connections are numerous and his ease on meeting strangers makes good friends of potential enemies. He plays the fool well but does not easily suffer them.
These clannish troupings of our tribal green color bring together all manner of possible combinations: product endorsements, improvements, plants, equipment (a very mannish, clannish thing indeed!), educational opportunities, recognitions, reconnections, and escape from our everyday existence in an office or nursery or garden. Kirk was farther afield last week than was in my awareness of time and space.
He went to Kansas: a place over the rainbow and a left turn at the North Star. Great, green fields awaited his arrival. Fertile oases of alluvial ground watered by a great river in the center of our continent. In life’s travels we pass many streams but once. You must make special note of passing a great watershed. Kirk retells his experience in Kansas last week as the passing of a great watershed.
This clan was rebranded within a twelve-month period. It was an ancient root out of the west. Its lands and nurseries were abundant and strong throughout it 125 plus year history. As with many old things, changes come sometimes planned, sometimes by choice, and most times by need. Take my own ancient life as an example! They needed to view life in a new way.
The new clan is known as “The National Green Center!” Isn’t that wonderful? What a unique concept. They believe themselves to be the center of this country’s green movement. Isn’t that brazen? My Darby Meeting would hardly approve, but then we know what they felt about my outrageousness.
But this group of wise and far-sighted leaders wished to fly into a new dawn. Realizing that they had need for wings, they first thought to dance. The analogy fits like a clogger’s shoe. It is hard and dynamic–dramatic almost–in its use. They decided to first refashion the style of production:
They renamed. They refit. They colorized. They developed a sense of Fashion! They thought to enlist the help of other clans. They recognized strangers and invited fellow travelers. They opened the doors in preparedness for the day when the feathers would be dry and flight could be achieved.
I heartily applaud the steps they’ve taken to ensure all of our collective and natural futures. I congratulate them on their need to be sustainable: in organization, in fiscal responsibility, and in connection. With this green botanical nature that courses through all of us, we need to hold close and respect deeply those who choose to do battle with the angry gods of commerce and industry.