TANKA | GAIA
Abundance
Gifts from nature

Abundance gifted
Open eyes to witness it
One broccoli plant
Vegetable for plates now
Seeds to plant for future feasts
As I sat on our driveway enjoying a cup of tea, Boj (my partner), dropped a bundle of broccoli plants at my feet. They had gone to seed.
“These seeds need saving for next season,” he said.
Sure. I chuckled. A please would have been nice, but I got the point. Boj is to the point — a trait I have grown to appreciate over time.
The sun was warming me up as I sat on the concrete.
Giving me a boost of energy. I was happy to sit longer and get something that needed doing done at the same time.
It had been a challenging morning.
My girls hadn’t been feeling the best overnight. I was running on an energy deficit. Allergies or other, unsure. They were acting more like themselves. Loads of washing from the aftermath were on the line, so I had the luxury of some uninterrupted time.
I grabbed a jar and started collecting the seed pods. As I worked a little cricket joined me on my arm. Happy to stay where it was for a few minutes.
Crickets and their songs have always been part of my life. Last year, during a zoom meeting, one landed on my screen. It looked like the host was staring right at it and I had to share.

The concept of spirit animals sparked into my awareness by another participant's comments on the photo.
I was horrified one morning a week or so later when I accidentally vacuumed Mr Cricket up. I felt terrible. After apologising, I buried the body next to my office and placed some flowers from our garden on top. My mind couldn’t process what that did to the meaning for me!
I felt forgiven; this little one was giving me a sign. In my mind, at least!
My thoughts moved to the number of seeds in each pod, and then the number of pods on each plant.
Nature’s abundance.
More seeds than we could ever use for the rest of our lives. Each one the potential to grow another plant, and gift more seeds—the overflow, seemingly infinite.
I collected more than enough seeds for ourselves, family and friends, and there was still 2 and a half more plants at my feet.
What do we do with all the extra?
I considered posting them out into the world. But they would undoubtedly be sprayed due to the strict laws in Western Australia. Their ability to germinate lost.
Back to the Earth they went. Nothing wasted.
But still.
As I write, I can’t help feel like there was another way to spread the overflow. I know the answer will come to me, or google will! My energy is sure to return and find the answer next time. Before my impulse kicks in and I put them in the compost bin again.



Seeds of connection
Trista Ainsworth is currently on a 100-day journey of abundance. I couldn’t help but feel her presence as my thoughts wandered.
Desiree Driesenaar’s name also appeared in my notifications as I logged in to write this piece. Her presence always close by as my hands touch the abundance of our garden.
We watched The Biggest Little Farm last night before the spew hit the fan — so to speak.
Was for the girls to get more understanding of life if/when we leave the city. The land we seek is not as large, but the concept of permaculture (link to a clip made by Perth local documentary maker Dogs Go Woof) will be embraced.
An easier to digest format for them to reading and listening to permaculture greats Bill Mollison or David Holmgren.
If you are interested, check out the trailer.






