Land

family visiting this weekend, no sit yesterday.

brief sit at dusk tonight.

grass is greening, fanning out in different shades all over our fields. daffodils are getting ready to burst. yarrow, silla are rising up, whispering themselves quietly into the day.

as i sat, the songs of robins and peepers traveled across the land.

during our visit this weekend, we talked of food being trucked over thousands of miles before getting to us, and of family gardens and local farms, of growing our food near our homes. i felt keenly tonight the separation we have from this land we live on: the chocolate i had today - distributed from new mexico, cheese made somewhere in new england, the food that sustains us grown on ground we'll never set foot on. felt the separation of this land from my family, living a long drive from this place; my work miles away from my garden.

it made me want to sink my roots down into the ground, live on this land like it's where i'll live my life out. i intend to move with my family to a homestead deeper in unsettled land when we can afford it, but i want to settle here completely while i'm here. if i'm going to walk on this land at all, i want to honor it by walking on it with my full feet.