What if we are just a bad game of Sims. No, these are not my words or thoughts, but they are what I resonate with.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zxc20saM8DAMy background is steeped in a childhood spent chasing after the shamanic or medicine path if you will. I became a member of the Native American Church when I was a teen. I have sun danced, vision quested, been a yuwipi singer, an Army veteran, a father, a grandfather, an ass, a lover, a person who has made many mistakes, someone who is hard to get to know, full of sarcasm at times, often saying the opposite of what I mean. I am a hard person to want to get to know, but for those that I know and that truly know me the bonds are often well remembered and full of love and sin. I'm a bit crazy. I am the guy you see when you go somewhere and your like who the heck is that? What a weird face that fellow makes and how obnoxious can he possibly be. I love my animals, my family, nature, and life in general. I live life to the fullest when I can and I struggle when I must. I am completely comfortable being misunderstood and out of the box abnormal and yet I can fit in when I need to. I see much of lifes interactions as being superficial and without meaning. As a clerk asks smiles and greets you at the door.
My high school horticulture teacher was my lifelong teacher until he died. I spent many most of my summers at the high school from the time I could walk as my father taught at the same school and I found that horticulture was the subject I was most drawn to at the time.
I love to hybridize and learn about that art. I have days if not years listening to the experts in their field trying to gain a glimpse at what they had to share. I love to graft. I love to grow. I love to simply be in nature and walk or sit for minutes or days it does not matter much so long as there is nature. I am a strange bird to say the least. I love to exercise. I have trained many to run a 5 minute mile as that was all that was required of us in the Army in the old days. I lift weights. And yet none of this is me.
I have grown and hybridized thousands of Brugmansia and to that effect there are still a few of my old hybrids in Europe and America. I do what I do because I love it. Is there any other reason other than that?
When I graft you graft we graft