|A Life Without Love is Barren?|
|Main Image – Thoughtful – Bench along Quay Walk, Sandwich|
|Millwall Walk early Friday morning before the town awakens.|
|Music Score – Dream – Morning Light Music|
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|Ropewalk – Sobering|
|I managed to squeeze a small walk in yesterday morning, l had a busy Friday planned and needed to squeeze a lot in, however l still managed to get a quiet stroll in as well which was welcomed. But as l walked l found l was hard thinking on something that was written last week.|
Sadje commented last week on one of my posts that ‘a life without love is barren.’ I have been thinking about this since she said it, and whilst l had thought of posing it as a question in the morning prompt, l thought it would be simpler to dwell upon it in a diary, and if others wanted to respond with their views, they could do.
I am in two minds about whether l believe this to be a fact. People can survive life and live life without love. But no one’s life is ever truly empty. I don’t think so, and yet l have known people over the years who said their lives are meaningless and empty, and they have no love!
But l sometimes wonder if they mean ‘exactly that’ or if a specific person does not love them. No person should award another person meaning to their life. That person is responsible for minding the meaning of their life – their direction, point and purpose. No one else is – which then begs the question: Do we need love in our lives to have meaning? Or without it, we come back to Sadje’s statement that our life is a wasteland without love.
We have everything we need to be who we need to be. So do we truly need another’s love to justify who we are? To make us and our life complete?
The strange thing is, whilst working at the allotment this last week, l have been working with the raised beds and their soils and find that whilst the earth is okay, it’s not 100% terrific. Some faults and flaws have been produced by poor soil management by the last allotment plotter to 17.
He failed to feed the soil on the plot for the last couple of years. He relied too heavily upon horse manure to be the mulch and didn’t use any other form of compost, according to the neighbours [who are just as guilty]. He was a dedicated digger of soil, and in so doing, he created even more problems by continually turning over the ground.
The irony of his actions made me think back to Sadje’s comment that a life without love is barren, and whilst l don’t agree with that with regards to humans, l can see the effect of a life without love or TLC in the very least to the plot’s soil have made them barren of sorts. There is very little valuable micro-microbial activity within a handful of dirt.
That’s sad, but l suspect that will be the case for most of the allotments where l am. I have seen 77 plots, and l can honestly say that only 10% follow a no digging strategy and adopt and adapt to more of a permaculture farming method.
I find this doubly astonishing, l guess because l am so very environmentally conscious and support organic and eco-oriented methods in gardening as l think we have a duty to perform so that l will think nothing of harvesting rainfall, and yet they will rely upon a tap, they will only rely on fresh horse manure and ageing it, they only rely upon old styled digging practices.
This blows me away at times, and we return to the barrenness of the soils without love from their owners. Sadje’s comment makes sense here, but l still don’t know if it matters to humans.
|Ropewalk willows – Contemplative.|
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