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I’d like to slip a note in here to readers who live in cities’ densely populated neighborhoods or other areas where intentional gardens are not apparent and open spaces are often inaccessible. Plant spirit resides in each and every plant. Regardless of the size of the metropolis you inhabit or the thickness of its concrete complexion, you can spot wild plants growing throughout its brittle surface. There’s simply no holding them down. Walk the streets and check it out; healthy plants are rising through the city grid. You’ll see them standing in anonymous cement cracks and poking out of the narrow seams where building walls reach down and touch adjoining sidewalks. You can find plants growing all along streetside curbs and down adjacent alleyways; and, their green spirit lounges as communities of weeds at the edges of asphalt parking lots. Arriving with the wind, the seeds of diverse plants abound in pretty much every patch of city dirt. When you start looking, you find Earth’s plants hanging out all over town. Even the most plant-resistant environments host their bands of outlaw weeds. Actually plant spirit, in one form or another, envelops the entire city—every city. Boundless numbers of fertile seeds lie under city streets and beneath each metropolitan structure. The precious seeds and spores of Earth’s ancient forests, jungles, grasslands, and wetlands reside peacefully in the soils below the urban hubbub, patiently biding their time, prepared to reemerge whenever opportunities arise. Left unattended, as our current civilizations move on to other things, cities will quickly become wild gardens again—it’s inevitable. Humanity in its expansive exuberance has mowed down the forests for the time being but certainly has not eliminated them from Earth’s timeless demeanor. We tend to credit ourselves with abilities on this orbiting garden we do not truly possess. We are Earth’s hyperactive children; she loves us and lets us play, but we’re not running her show. Not really. So for now, there may not be a sufficient amount of plants growing on urban turf to harvest, but there are always plenty to relate to and commune with, and, like other plants, they respond to us. Acknowledge plant spirit that greets you on the street. Respond to its communication. It’s a silent language, remember; other humans won’t hear you. Reach out and touch plants too, rubbing their leaves between your fingers and smelling their green aromas. Other folks won’t pay much attention to this gesture either. And if I might add a P.S. to this note, the plants you encounter on your streets are noteworthy candidates to adopt as urban allies. Their vibrations are as clear and uplifting as those of plants growing in gardens and country wilds. If you feel a green companion touch your spirit, plant its image in your mind and heart. Let it grow in there too and enjoy the connection; the plant’s companionable spirit will always be there for you to access. Cities are rarely lonely places for those who speak with the plants.

We are Earth’s hyperactive children; she loves us and lets us play, but we’re not running her show.

“The greatest gift of the garden is the restoration of the five senses.”

—HANNA RION

A RITUAL OF COMMUNION

To begin with, let me suggest that there are plants out there fully prepared and eager to communicate with you. They offer no resistance whatsoever to the adventure of communicating with a receptive human being. Over 99 percent of our (human) being is a vibrational communicator. Under 1 percent is a verbal communicator even with other human beings, so plants and animals being virtually 100 percent vibrational communicators are very similar to you and me in their vibrational offering. They are quite able and entirely compatible to communicate with us, and vice versa.

Go outside and look around in the garden or wander through the forest, the hillsides, the seashore, or along a country roadway. Note the plants that attract you most (vibrational communication).