Looking at the last Noodle scribbled on my bedroom whiteboard, it struck me that I was being terribly arrogant to assume that a garden’s reality depends on human interaction. But we humans ARE terribly arrogant about so much of nature, we often think it belongs to us, to do with as we please. We forget that if there are aliens on this planet, they are us, and that nature circles on and around us inspite of us. I think Native American spirituality is the closest we ever get to being true “earthlings”.
I am arrogant
to think the garden unloved.
It’s worshipped daily.
What I like best about this Noodle is the way the title and the haiku complement one another.