Walking out in the wooded area this morning, much slower than normal
(much akin to Chan  walking meditation), making frequent pauses, I
suddenly spotted a flower that I had not seen since living in Ibiza.
It was small, almost insignificant with respect to the plethora of
other wild flowers all around. It was a wild bee orchid.

Carefully looking around, I found another, then another. In fact there
were about ten growing in an area of about twelve feet.

The presence of wild orchids in an ecosystem is a good indicator of a
healthy ecosystem, as they are  highly evolved plants.  Even small
disturbances of the habitat can have a huge effect. These bee orchids,
with protection, live about five years.

The first response was to protect them, so I marked off the area with
stones, for saving them and the entire habitat is essential.

Our eight acres with very high biodiversity and endemism (presence of
species that occur nowhere else) is our first priority.

Ex situ conservation is possible. but we have no facilities at the moment.

Anyway, I took a good look at this bioiversity that we have and
realized that we have a magnificent array of what are termed “wild

“How strange, ” I thought, “that the word wild means “untrained and
uncultivated” and also “savage”  for there is nothing savage about any
wild flower except their tenaciity in survival”.

Then I considered the human creature and realized that we are trained
and cultivated, yet the term “savage” really applies to us as
devastators of nature.

These wild plants in plentitude do not “fight” for survival, they
“seek” survival through the soil, the water, and the sun. They grow
together without the jealousy, hatred and greed of the human mind. How
wonderful they are.

Over seventy years ago I used to walk in the woods of Devon in similar
circumatances and delighted in picking wildflowers to take home to my
mother. Now I know that we have gone too far and that wild flowers are
slowly being decimated. The woods, once full of wild creatures and
wild flowers, are falling under the axe and my holy place “Stag Lodge”
has given way to cement and steel.

Where have all the flowers gone… long time passing.

Tody I don’t pick flowers and, although flowers are available in
florists, I don’t buy them. Oh, they are cultivated for a sort of
plastic beauty, OK, but they fail to show (although they do possess
it) the “true nature of the life force”.

I thought about those florists and realized that people do buy those
beautiful cultivated flowers and display them in their pretty
cardboard square houses or give them as gifts of love and caring. How
strange that a flower that has been cut so that it has a premature
death should serve as a message of what is called “love”.

People do not give plastic flower imitations as gifts, athough they do
buy them for themselves, for they can decorate with them, using them
without giving much thought to them, because they do not die. Still,
they prefer the natural beauty of cultivated flowers.

Why? Because they know that they are natural. How strange that knowing
that they are natural, they still end their short existence by picking

One day perhaps, when all the flowers have not gone to graveyards…
every one… the world will be a better place.


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