The Land....

I am picking up rocks in the little quarter acre patch along the driveway near our closed gate where we planted pollinator seeds this fall after first frost. Bev used the four wheeler and a cattle panel to drag along the field to cover the seeds and nurse oats planted with the wildflower mix...

I am nurtured by The Land. I feel the connection deep within my heart and in my bones. I feel free and happy when The Land is warmed and fed by the Sun, when the hooves of animals and the tracks of man and birds caress the dirt, when roots feather their way through the soil and tease a pathway into my being, when I am connected. And I hurt when The Land hurts...when there is no rain to nourish the grasses and the trees, when disaster, both natural and manmade, rips soil and trees from their roots, when all life, wild and domestic, plant, animal and human is threatened. The hurt is like a knot, choking my heart and soul. I cannot speak the hurt, cannot remove myself from the pain, but to surrender to it brings peace, and I find grace and gratitiude in the emptiness that pervades. In that space between the love and freedom - and - the hurt and pain is a knowingness of the connection within...to The Land and to All my Relations.

The Milkweed that feeds the Monarch Butterfly,..

The trees that now will restore woodlands to the farm...

Bald Knob Mountain that warms my breath and my Soul...

and the Stories the Rocks and Waters leave for us to guide our Way!