IanC
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This morning, as usual on Sunday i take my dog for his early walk along a dyke that leads to a path through the woods. it's a really nice area because it's mostly deserted. This morning I saw a guy in the distance walking towards me with his dog. As we got closer, he put his dog on the leash and I did the same, but when we were close enough i said "let's take them off the leash and see how they get along" (his was an older pit bull and my guy is a pretty beefy boy too). Anyway, their greeting was noisy and blustery but no teeth, just noise. Most people would see it as pretty terrifying. It lasted about 30 seconds and then they went trotting off together. But, watching the other guy's face, it was completely impassive. it was in that moment I felt a connection with him.
We continued down the path to the woods and the more we talked, the more amazed I was at how similar our thinking was on so many things. We both have organic raised bed gardens (actually mine is taken down in prep for selling the house). Now, i should also mention that this guy was a grizzled old drywall contractor - someone you would never think of talking about the interconnected nature of the DNA of trees and humans or the spiritual nature of dogs. We sat on a fallen tree in the woods while the dogs had a great time in a steam and talked about amazing things for about an hour. When we parted ways I was pretty much in awe at having run into him - didn't even ask his name.
In another instance, a good friend told me his father-in-law had a garden I should check out. Again, this guy is an old blue collar dude who was pretty well known in his day for drinking and fighting. I expected a typical garden of a few tomato plants and some squash so I wasn't prepared for his amazing back yard - it was like an art park that he had built up over years and years - ornate rusted old gates leading down paths of river rocks he had collected for years, beautiful, primitive metal and rock sculptures he had made. It was a small yard, but every corner had something awesome in it. Again, I felt some kind of connection with this guy as he showed off his work and told me the stories behind each piece. I also knew i had found a home for my own smaller collection of metal garden sculpture. i had to say to him 'Jeez Bob, I never would have guessed that you would have done all of this". His answer was "before I started smoking weed, I couldn't have imagined it either". And, I didn't mention that he has a few nice healthy plants growing among the other plantings too. I also didn't mention that the first guy I mentioned also told me about his grow.
i am absolutely convinced that marijuana has the positive effect of heightening the awareness of the beauty in the smallest things and giving one a greater introspection. There has to be a reason why men have sought it out for thousands of years.
i often refer to my small town as 'God's waiting room'. The diner where I eat breakfast sometimes is full of old guys who seem so beaten by life - but, maybe I'm completely wrong. Perhaps those old men have incredible back yards too and I'm guilty of judging books by covers, because there are 2 instances where you never would have guessed what was behind those rough exteriors.
We continued down the path to the woods and the more we talked, the more amazed I was at how similar our thinking was on so many things. We both have organic raised bed gardens (actually mine is taken down in prep for selling the house). Now, i should also mention that this guy was a grizzled old drywall contractor - someone you would never think of talking about the interconnected nature of the DNA of trees and humans or the spiritual nature of dogs. We sat on a fallen tree in the woods while the dogs had a great time in a steam and talked about amazing things for about an hour. When we parted ways I was pretty much in awe at having run into him - didn't even ask his name.
In another instance, a good friend told me his father-in-law had a garden I should check out. Again, this guy is an old blue collar dude who was pretty well known in his day for drinking and fighting. I expected a typical garden of a few tomato plants and some squash so I wasn't prepared for his amazing back yard - it was like an art park that he had built up over years and years - ornate rusted old gates leading down paths of river rocks he had collected for years, beautiful, primitive metal and rock sculptures he had made. It was a small yard, but every corner had something awesome in it. Again, I felt some kind of connection with this guy as he showed off his work and told me the stories behind each piece. I also knew i had found a home for my own smaller collection of metal garden sculpture. i had to say to him 'Jeez Bob, I never would have guessed that you would have done all of this". His answer was "before I started smoking weed, I couldn't have imagined it either". And, I didn't mention that he has a few nice healthy plants growing among the other plantings too. I also didn't mention that the first guy I mentioned also told me about his grow.
i am absolutely convinced that marijuana has the positive effect of heightening the awareness of the beauty in the smallest things and giving one a greater introspection. There has to be a reason why men have sought it out for thousands of years.
i often refer to my small town as 'God's waiting room'. The diner where I eat breakfast sometimes is full of old guys who seem so beaten by life - but, maybe I'm completely wrong. Perhaps those old men have incredible back yards too and I'm guilty of judging books by covers, because there are 2 instances where you never would have guessed what was behind those rough exteriors.
