The following is an excerpt from “The Yoga Gardener and Other Thoughts”, a collection of my writing on yoga, gardening, and life, which is being prepared for publication.
I look out at the vast expanse of the ocean which lies before me and it becomes the garden of the world. It is an enormous plot, one that expands out to the sky’s farthest edges. As my gaze travels across the infinitesimally small wavelets in constant flux on the calm surface, they cause me to pause a moment and to reflect on my body. As I stand there in reverie, I am drawn within myself. I sense my breath and the beating of my heart and sense the blood as it pulsates throughout my entire body. There is an inexplicable unifying force that I feel which meshes with the ever-changing flux of the shifting sea.
Two different currents, one within me and the other beyond, are so close in many ways. There is something that speaks to my inner self as the gentle wavelets respond in symphony. I am lulled and reassured by something which may not have a name, so deep is its pull.
In this place I am not the gardener but simply one who senses an invisible link to the sea and the myriad of living plants and animals, growing in this watery terrain. In this landscape, I am enriched and moved beyond property, care, equipment and toil. I am one with the biggest garden in the world.