This Coming Home

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Living on this little Farm

and growing our own food,

has given 

stunning views,

experiences,

teachings.  

I should take by the hand

anyone willing

to walk with me

carefully through what 

it means to grow 

food that nourishes our lives,

to experience the cycles of Nature

up close and primal. 

Modern life 

attempts to disconnect us 

from that.

Producing food we eat

is an up and down experience.

We have successes,

not so successes.

We continually 

visit how very small 

we are.

One holds 

that small seed in hand,

prepares soil,

plants when time is right,

nurtures and protects 

that tender yet vibrant living organism,

celebrates and is in awe 

at its growth,

watches how intimately bound 

that plant upon which we depend 

is dependent 

upon whims 

of this place,

holds the harvest at the other end,

feels the warming glow inside 

announcing "I am fed",

feels the presence and nurturing 

of a Force far greater than myself.

It isn't like 

picking out produce 

at the grocery store.

And while you are 

beside me,

we would  

hold and smell the soil,

hear birds in colorful cloaks sing,

watch butterflies dance,

follow a toad on the path 

the toad only takes,

smell and feel nourishing rain,

join other humans 

who want to learn and grow.

It's innately familiar,

this coming home.

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Glinda Crawford, 2011

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