I seriously don’t know what happened to me in science class.
Typically I was more interested in the boy sitting next to me. Or the movie weekend planned with a friend. Science was a bore …why was I so disinterested in learning about the basic processes of life? Louie Schwartzberg is a filmmaker genius who has devoted his passions for unraveling the intricate beauties of life right before our eyes. This TED talk snap shot of high-speed images from his film “Wings of Life,” fills me with so much wonder. And surprise.
The first time I connected the dots of pollination was watching Bee Movie with my sons. At first I wanted to slam the movie thinking it was all those environmentalists with their political agenda…(I now realize I was the one with a problem)
And then I heard a truth that I could not argue with: 1 out of 3 foods we consume are pollinated by animals, mainly bees. I often wondered why anyone would want to care about such things. I guess I thought it was all just for dorks. Excuse me. Whenever I say dork I instantly think of my grade school teacher who publicly rebuked me for referring to my friend as a dork. Which followed by the teacher’s incredibly awkward description of where the word originated from. Look up its basic history and you will know why. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/dork I had no idea what it meant. I was ignorant. I was just a kid.
Going to the grocery store is as instinctual as brushing my teeth. My life has been checking off grocery lists and check out lines. Inherently, I am not saying there is anything wrong with this. It is a way of life. It is all I have ever known. The convenience of this kind of fast paced lifestyle is really nothing to complain about.
However, a recent trip for a loved one’s wedding to my hometown Portland, Oregon made me realize how closed my eyes used to be, to all of the world’s beauty. And how much I took for granted. The smell of rain coming. The green tall trees. The feel of wet moss on my bare toes. I giggled at the thought, how childish I felt enjoying the unique nature of the land. Sitting in the back yard of family members that I knew my whole life, I had memories of good pizza and conversation- but I never saw the cherry tree in the back, or the apple and plum tree. That used to be insignificant. Coming home from the community garden the other night I was off in la la land of an orchard and garden, filled with all the fresh food anyone could want. Pulling up to our parking lot I yell, “Stop! Oh my goodness” to my poor alerted husband. I was a little embarrassed that all the commotion was just about a neighbor’s pear tree I had never seen before. I was delightfully surprised to find the owner outside, who was open to the idea of trading produce. These kind of things in life excite me.
I always thought God was off in the distance. Created the world and drifted off to watch us all mess up. But when I observe those peeking orange carrots, something changes in me. A light turns on. And then I can be still. Knowing that He is good. To honor God in giving life.
This world, fallen.ugly.abused. whatever you want to call it, I call it good. And beautiful. And capable of so much than I have given credit for. To be thankful that there is a world, an invisible world that I have been too distracted, sleepy, or blind to see.
When I gather the baskets of food we grow two blocks away, I am overcome with the wonder of the give and take relationships the world can offer. How delicious a real tomato tastes, without altercations or distance traveled. A raw real tomato.
Life used to be about chewing gum and shopping sprees. Endless hours watching MTV and dreaming of the family I would one day have. As “dork” as this may sound. I step aside, and I am blown away from all the beauty around me. What a difference just a day can bring to the garden. Or even a week. I dream of all the bees, butterflies, ladybugs and unseen insects that have helped bring about the fruit coming to harvest. Sometimes as a mother, the simple duties of washing dishes, kissing boo boo’s, being referee can seem meaningless. But the little things do matter. This growing time, I will look back on and be proud of all the love that happens behind the scenes.