|Garlic's POV at sunset|
Garlic is still magic to me. I am mesmerized by the fact that over eight months time one small clove can morph into 7-8 cloves clumped together providing the kick we savor on pizza, veggies, scrambled eggs and all kinds of things.
Garlic feeds me in all kinds of ways.
I look at the word clove and c-love (see love). If I can c-love in the darkest of people, acts and times then my heart of compassion and my mind of understanding will grow and multiply like the cloves of garlic in my yard outside. To C-love is the key to returning to relationship with rather than having power over.
Who decided to call it a 'head' of garlic anyway? Why not a heart? I'm not surprised it's a head as over the centuries, the head's gotten way out of proportion to the heart in our world. Valuing reason and thinking over the emotional and intuitive experience has gotten us to this place of such deep divides.
Divine Love is like a clove of garlic in Time's dark soil, stretching, expanding and morphing into multiple cloves. We have reached the end of Time's long night. Love has been waiting. Love is ready to be harvested, gently pulled from the shadows and the dark. Divine Love is ready to be brought into the Light from the dark, yet magic Earthen Universe.
When I look at my garlic beds, I C-love and think, "I want a heart of garlic with a head, a thoughtful, open head of garlic on the side."