Tuesday, May 7, 2013

May 7, 2013

Someone Digging in the Ground 
 by Jalaluddin Rumi

An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.
A head has one use: For loving a true love.
Legs: To run after.

Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.
Mysteries are not to be solved. The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.
On the way to Mecca, many dangers: Thieves,
the blowing sand, only camel's milk to drink.
Still, each pilgrim kisses the black stone there
with pure longing, feeling in the surface
the taste of the lips he wants.

This talk is like stamping new coins. They pile up, 
while the real work is done outside
by someone digging in the ground.

Ken King, founder of Frog Holler Farm, made his transition four years ago today. It was a beautiful bloom-filled day on May, just like today. Ken was a musician, scholar, student of world religions, father, husband and farmer, not necessarily in that order. Rumi was one of his favorite poets. And despite his numerous projects and accomplishments, he knew the real work is done outside and that's where he went, happy to be just 'someone digging in the ground.'

The farm goes on, thanks to his digging.
Ken King, Fall 2008

Monday, May 7, 2012

May 7, 2012


by Lynne Sharon Schwartz
The healthy plant outgrows its pot
the way a healthy child outgrows its clothes.
Don't let it suffer constriction. Spread the Sports
or Business section of the New York Times
on the dining room table. Find a clay pot
big enough for fresh growth. In the bottom
place pebbles and shards from a broken pot for drainage.
Add handfuls of moist black potting soil,
digging your hands deep in the bag, rooting
so the soil gets under your fingernails.
Using a small spade or butter knife,
ease the plant out of its old pot with extreme
care so as not to disturb its wiry roots.

The plant is naked, suspended from your hand
like a newborn, roots and clinging soil
exposed. Treat it gently. Settle it
into the center of the new pot, adding soil
on the sides for support—who isn't shaky,
moving into a new home ?
Pack more soil around the plant,
tapping it down till you almost reach the rim.
Flounce the leaves as you would a skirt. Then water.
Place the pot back on the shelf in the sunlight.
Gather the Sports section around the spilled soil
and discard. Watch your plant flourish.
You have done a good and necessary deed.

( from See You in the Dark. © Curbstone Books, 2012.)

Three years ago today Ken King, having finished a life largely lived with and through the garden, moved on. Perhaps he would appreciate the image of being "repotted" by God, no longer to suffer constriction. 

Ken knew plants need room to grow. The seeds he sowed on the farm continue to flourish; he made sure they had a lot of space.

Holler Fest 2012
August 24-26