A Child of India

Today I still feel the impact on my life of our pilgrimage of peace to India, but am starting to feel the lure of artificial food and ‘Idol’ TV moving me away from the heart of the Gandhi experience of sustainability and nonviolence. I mean this literally since today I had food when I was not hungry, and watched some of the ‘Idol’ TV show. I poked fun at my wife for her fascination with this reality show but spent some time watching it myself.

The rest of the day, driving a friend on some personal business, working on pictures from trips, talking with friends, reading some of Gandhi’s pamphlet on Indian Home Rule, was well spent, at least in my new vision of what life is about. However, the temptations to do violence to mind, body and soul will remain, so I might as well get used to it.

Tomorrow I will do some work in the sunroom where, despite the bitter cold outside, the salad greens keep growing. It is time to pick again and start some new seeds so the growth will continue. It is now 5 degrees outside but in the 50’s inside thanks to sun today, small radiator heater and five-pane windows.

I need to think out how to apply some of the organic ways of growing that I experienced in India to the Home Model Growing Power system that I am developing. One thought is to use some of my son’s land up north, across from a dairy farm, to lay out rows of cow manure for the worms to eat and convert to castings. Then I can bring the castings or ‘black gold’ back to the city to be used on my garden and that of the DMZ community garden.

There are all kind of good ideas and thoughts inside if only now I can develop the discipline to keep out the fake food and idol. Hopefully there will much more to share on relating the heart of India, sustainability and nonviolence, to everyday life in postings to come.

While in India young children were attracted to me as they are in USA or in Latin America. It must have been something in our faces that we recognized in each other, some hint of innocence and openness. India was a rebirth to the child-like part of myself. Pray that I can grow it.

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