12 Feb How Life On a Farm at the End of the Road Has Changed Me
Oh.. the pleasures of soil and birdsong and baby goats and lambs! This land is a living dance of earth medicine. This is a place where we can truly remember the ancient patterns of planting dances, rain dances, harvest dances, a place where we can feel the ancient future patterns of dancing for our lives in harmony with all of life, where we can engage dance as a divine ceremony for the greater whole. It’s a place where we can eat the food we danced for, wash our cell-ves in the water we danced for, sleep on the sweet earth we prayed for, and hatch our days into the dreaming awake prayer of a better world. It’s a place where body and soul can heal in right livelihood, optimal nutrition, and deep nature immersion. It’s a place where there are no veils between the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of our aliveness, where the birds and the bees dance with us, and where there is an honest, natural invitation to feel at home – just laying in the long grass in the sun.
In my year an a half here at Seven Seeds Permaculture Farm, I’ve learned that the medicines of fire and the water are real. I knew they were real before. But, now they are real in the visceral, embodied sense that I have daily relationships with them. I tend my hearth daily… I chop the wood that makes the fire. I am a part of the dance of that fire. I know the deva of that hearth intimately. It is my warmth, my comfort. It takes all my prayers.