The star-songs of potatoes

Do you know that feeling when beautiful writing stops you right in your tracks?

This past weekend, a friend introduced me to the work of Opal Whiteley. She is an amazing writer, naturalist, storyteller, and teacher. Her story is tragically misunderstood, but I won't go into the details here. I believe she is a magnificent writer, and I feel a sense of childish glee when I read her work. 

I'll share a snippet of her famous childhood diary here:

And all the times I was picking up potatoes, I did have conversations with them. Too, I did have thinks of all their growing days there in the ground, and all the things they did hear. Earth-voices are glad voices, and earth-songs come up from the ground through the plants; and in their flowering, and in the days before these days are come, they do tell the earth-songs to the wind. And the wind in her goings does whisper them to folks to print for other folks, so other folks do have knowing of earth’s songs. When I grow up, I am going to write for children — and grownups that haven’t grown up too much — all the earth-songs I now do hear.

I have thinks these potatoes growing here did have knowings of star-songs. I have kept watch in the field at night, and I have seen the stars look kindness down upon them. And I have walked between the rows of potatoes, and I have watched the star-gleams on their leaves. And I have heard the wind ask of them the star-songs the star gleams did tell in the shadows on their leaves. And as the wind did go walking in the field talking to the earth-voices there, I did have feels of her presence near.
— The Diary of Opal Whiteley

My prayer is to continue experiencing nature like a child, and to know the earth as a living, breathing friend. When we greet plants, we are opening to a relationship with them. And like a friend, they want to comfort us and help us and hold our hands on this glorious earth-walk. 

I'm currently going through an amazing flower essence certification course, and I can't wait to dive more deeply into the healing capabilities of the plant spirits. Reading Opal's work inspires me to keep diving deeper.

I mean, sometimes I can feel totally crazy. You know...talking to plants and such. But other times it feels like the most natural thing in the world. And when I see the healing that results, I let my ego go and surrender to the mystery of the unseen world. It works.

When I read Opal's writing, I feel inspired to deepen my connection to the natural world. I don't feel alone in my childish wonder at a flower or the sky.

I feel like I can just be myself. 

If you are interested in more of Opal's work, I highly recommend this book

And I'll leave you with this:

And all the time all day long I did have longings to go on exploration trips. The fields were calling. The woods were calling. I heard the wind. He was making music in the forest. It was soft music. It was low. It was an echo of the songs the flowers were singing.