One of the best things about working with SEDS (apart from the incredible food that is) is, that you meet new people from all over the world, quite often. Sometimes it is old volunteers lending a helping hand and other times it’s new ones coming in to learn and share. All in all, there’s always something to look forward to. Aswas when one fine morning, Filip, an old volunteer of SEDS from Belgium,dropped by for a few days.
The day started with Varun Kumar (data entry), Imran Basha (Low CarbonFarming/LCF coordinator), Filip (ex-coordinator for LCF) and Jasper discussing about carbon credits and how to improve them.
The discussion went well. In fact, it seemed like a good day for anything. It had rained last night. And the farm was a dream within a dream, obliging to our heart’s desires.
The campus is always brimming with energy. All one needs is a profound appreciation for life’s simpler things. And the days of our life would overflow with little perfect moments. And it was pretty perfect to simply watch the lovers of the soil till it, sow in it seeds of hope and laugh like there is a wonderful tomorrow. They were sowing groundnut seeds that day.
Jasper decided to return to the soil. With him were men in white and women in fluorescent colors with mud under their feet and seeds in their hands. We understood for the first time perhaps, the true meaning of the phrase, work is worship. The farmer in his slow march, with time as the finishing line, seemed to be lost in meditation.
That day we understood, it’s not the feet, but the road you walk on that matters.
The day started with Varun Kumar (data entry), Imran Basha (Low CarbonFarming/LCF coordinator), Filip (ex-coordinator for LCF) and Jasper discussing about carbon credits and how to improve them.
The discussion went well. In fact, it seemed like a good day for anything. It had rained last night. And the farm was a dream within a dream, obliging to our heart’s desires.
The campus is always brimming with energy. All one needs is a profound appreciation for life’s simpler things. And the days of our life would overflow with little perfect moments. And it was pretty perfect to simply watch the lovers of the soil till it, sow in it seeds of hope and laugh like there is a wonderful tomorrow. They were sowing groundnut seeds that day.
Jasper decided to return to the soil. With him were men in white and women in fluorescent colors with mud under their feet and seeds in their hands. We understood for the first time perhaps, the true meaning of the phrase, work is worship. The farmer in his slow march, with time as the finishing line, seemed to be lost in meditation.
That day we understood, it’s not the feet, but the road you walk on that matters.
Photo Courtesy: Disha Kathuria
