closely at the natural world, we learn anew what the deepest
spiritual traditions of humanity have always taught: namely,
that there is an ultimate and sacred unity...
spring my hibiscus becomes the birthing grounds for a myriad
of white flies. The tiny flies lay their eggs in a spiral,
on the underside of a leaf. Starting from the center, they
create this wonderful imprint, this tiny pattern, a baby's
finger nail wide, a perfect example of lifes push to sustain
it self. I love my hibiscus, I have always included then in
my garden. I have battled the white flies for years, like
San Juan Capistrano Swallows, they keep coming back. The yearly
fight with the white files is never won, their ability to
procreate seems to be infinite. This ritual is in one way
comforting, the resilience of life is wondrous to behold,
it gives me hope that our battles against nature will fail
in the end...and life will prevail.