Joesays

      I was listening to an audio book, and I heard cease to water. Was it time to end watering. But I did not hear it correctly. Upon rehearing, cease to water became seas to water. Hmm, was it a meaning of whole to part. Again, I did not hear it correctly. Upon rehearing it for the third time, I now heard seeds to water. Rather than it being s strange phrase that was hard to explain, like the other interpretations, I now clearly connected it to my local backyard garden outside my window: the lovely garden that had grown from seeds to plants and vegetables with leaves and bodies. I understood that by looking at my local garden, that I was taken to a greater garden extending throughout the universe, full of energy waiting to be activated, like seeds waiting for water.     At that moment, the miracle of the growth of plants and flowers just outside my house window was a miracle of my desire and intent. Only three months before I had planted seeds in the dirt that where now full grown vi

          The neighborhood I live in is a flat area on the banks of a wide river. This flat area was originally the site of spacious villas with large gardens in idyllic verdancy. With the discovery of coal in Coal Hill, the mad rush of industry in the form of glass factories and steel mills altered the idyllic villas into sprawling factories that spewed black smoke and turned green areas into black dumping areas of coal. The sides of the hills were shorn of the trees and the air was dark and grimy with the pollution of the factories that operated 24 hours a day.     In this factory economy, the neighborhood I live in turned the muddy roads into iron  streets for both railroad and then paved streets for cars. The neighborhood, because it was flat, was a prime area for housing for the workers of the steel and glass factories, which were hemmed in between railroad tracks. As more workers came, the slopes above the flat area also became zones of workers house, perched on the steep slopes