About the Author:
Chris Maser has spent over 25 years as a research scientist in natural history and ecology. Trained as a zoologist, he has worked with many museums, the US Navy, the BLM, and the EPA. A lecturer and consultant, he has written many books, including Forest Primeval: The Natural History of An Ancient Forest.
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So it is that while working in my garden, I can, for a while, be untouched by the various wars (both those of ideology and those of physical weapons) that are raging in the outer world, or by the disease and hunger that ravage this country or that, or by the corporate greed that is destroying whole ecosystems and cultures, both at home and abroad. It is not that I don t care about what goes on in the outer world, but rather that my garden is at once the field of battle in which I struggle within myself to grow, an isle of solitude in a sea of worldly strife, and an entrance into a realm of reality beyond the material, much like the rabbit s burrow leading to Alice s Wonderland. It is here, in my garden, that I personalize my perception of the world in a scale with which I can cope and to some degree affect. Here, as the French painter Ingres says of art, one arrives at an honorable result only through one s tears. Thus, in some small way, I can affect the world at the scale of my garden by consciously learning to understand and work with those physical, biological, and spiritual principles that govern the intrinsic wholeness of Nature and myself as a quintessential part thereof. As such, it is spiritual succor that I find in my garden when the burdens of the outer world grow too heavy for my shoulders. It is here that I kneel before the Eternal Mystery and find peace in turning the soil and in weeding. And it is while weeding that my inner vision shifts, and I often see my garden not as an infinitesimal place in the world, but rather the world as an infinitesimal part of my garden. I say this because if my garden were encircled by a high stone wall in which there were four gates, one for each cardinal direction, I would name each gate by the element it brings to the inner unity of the circle wherein lies my garden. One gate would be named Ecological Consciousness in honor of the awe inspired by Nature, another Social Consciousness to commemorate the human struggle for just governance, the third Personal Consciousness to highlight the courage it takes to change and grow, and the fourth gate would be named Spiritual Consciousness to connote the unity of all things found within the garden, which is a reflection of the same unity found without.
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