i want a place to plant perennials. herbs. i want herbs all over the place- except not where they’re not supposed to be, like growing in the vegetable places. trees, a place to hear the sound of wind in the trees & sit in the shade. a stream, a stream to feel fresh cool clean water flow by me. water i can use on the plants. water we can filter and drink. a straw bale home with curves & nooks, built organically as if out of our palm, the shape of a palm or a kidney. maybe parts underground. a goat. 2 goats. 3 goats & birds. chirping wild. clucking, digging at soil, domestic layers. fresh eggs. maybe a pond. swims & filtering plants to keep it clean & water plants to keep it beautiful & filter the local pond ecosystem. water catchment for rain & greywater for plants. vermiculture for feeding worms our scraps & making compost. compost. mounds and mounds of compost. chickens scratching & sunlight filtering in. hard work. hard hard work that probably makes us question what we’ve gotten into. then elation. then elation & hard work mixed that makes us remember what it is to be alive. to try. to be & possibly to fail, but to get up again.
for the stuff that is in is is the same stuff that is in the stars. and the same force that is in us is the same force which causes the seasons to run. the same force which fuels the sun. the same abundant energy of the cosmos redirected through our hands, fueled from our hearts & wishes & strongest emotions fueled into action. into honed vision, shot like an arrow from the centers of our manifesting minds into the heart of the land. into taking a stand. creating the best version of our selves that we can. hope against hope. fresh breaths keeping us going. we’re stepping into the unknowing. failure was never so possible, neither was completely everything-we-ever-wanted.