same planet, different world

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out of my element, but having a fine time.

When saints speak, it’s good to listen.  Here’s one thing Mother Teresa said:

“If you judge people you have no time to love them.”

So I remembered this over and over as I moved through the airport with all the security upgrades that I haven’t been paying attention to in the past 11 years (since my last flight).

I am not a fish out of water.  I am just another person on an airplane.airplane

That was my other mantra, of sorts.  Realizing that, though life is precarious at 28,000 feet in the air, it is also perfectly mundane.

I had a catch in my throat when I saw a plane lift off the runway. But the crowds at the airport were reassuring.  We participate in this madness together.  Somehow, it works.  These things I say to myself, imagining a smooth landing in Miami.

It is immensely beautiful to see the world from nearly 6 miles up.  The tiny white crescent of sand on the coast, cast white by the sun.  The Gulf waters shiny and still, or so they look from up there.airplane 2

How remarkable, that we, the hairless, slow, defenseless specks of creatures born with so little protection, without even being able to hold our heads on straight – WE have manipulated our environment this much.  We fly without wings.  We fly from the power of our minds.

On the way to airport, I listened to NPR, tuning into the political circus taking place in the USA right now, and from 5 miles high, it really made me think about humanity and all our works.  What is it all for?

Airplanes don’t last.  Buildings don’t last.  Even great art lasts only for awhile, in geologic time.  Our lives are certainly short.  All I can think of that could possibly matter is love.airplane 1

Every candidate out there will claim to love this country, and that’s great.  Some will claim to love minorities or farmers or other segments of population characteristic of the working poor.  And they are probably telling the truth by their own standards.  But here’s what I’m observing – love begets love.  I’m not talking about romantic love here of course.  I’m talking about big LOVE, agape, or from the eastern side, bodhicitta – the up-welling of the heart with goodness toward ALL.

When that sort of LOVE is present in a person, it is reflected in their actions, and in the action of the people around them.  And LOVE isn’t always sweet and lovely.  Its forms are as variable and diverse as our fingerprints.  Parents all know this.  We scold our children and correct them, not even always gently, but our corrections are made with LOVE.  The fruit of this LOVE is recognizable as goodness, positivity, fairness and compassion.  Even in shows of great strength, there will be a basic goodness.home lulah

LOVE is an attractive force.  It’s something to watch for.

And THAT, my friends, is what this little farmwife was doing on an airplane to Miami.  I left my hearth and home, all that I have grown and cared for over the past decade, for the sake of love, and I was rewarded with the obvious – MORE love.

My dear friend of twenty years (or more) just weathered a big life transition.  As difficult as it was to observe, being there is part and parcel of true friendship, and the longer we live the more obvious that becomes.  I am grateful now to have borne witness to her process, as she has maintained such integrity, and now she is beginning to emerge in a glorious and graceful way.  And in her emergence from the thick of it, she invited a bunch of us, her friends of near and far, to be with her for a weekend in southern Florida.  How could I not go?

There were about a dozen women who carved out time for the get-away.  One of them was another close friend.  Another I had met before.  The others I had only heard about over the years.  It was such a wonderful event.  Totally worth the strangeness of the plane ride.

It was wonderful to spend such concentrated time loving our mutual friend.  We all shared a deep appreciation for her, as she is, and together, we were able to really give her that deep-woman-friend-love that is so necessary at certain turning points.  I hope you know what I mean, because it’s difficult to explain unless you have experienced it.

It was also completely astonishingly wonderful to meet so many GREAT women all in one place.  I could so easily have spent a day talking to each and every one of them.  Each so different, but each beautifully unique in intelligence and experience and that golden key – basic goodness.  It doesn’t happen every day to meet so many enjoyable people at one time, you know?  I am grateful to know these women, not just in my friend’s life, but in my own now, too.group picture

Oh, and the spa was pretty nice.  Lying by the water in a swimsuit was awesome.  Hot tubs and saunas are alright by me, too, once in awhile.  The quinoa banana avocado pineapple smoothie with pistachio nuts, dried cranberries, and coconut?  All I can say is WOW.

But the best part?  You know what I’m going to say.  You know it’s true.  LOVE.

The flight home was wretchedly bumpy.  Everyone was pale as the plane circled through the clouds and down onto the Nashville runway, but but it was good to look down and see the bare trees, the open fields.  So much space we have here.airplane tennessee

I was a tired mess by the time I got back to the house.  There were still little piles of snow along the road on the deepest parts of the hollow.  It only took a few minutes to change back into my old wool sweater, my stained and ripped camo pants.  I walked around with the goats and collected the eggs with the funny feeling that I had just stepped back home from another world.  Not a bad world, just a different one.  There is no bad world as long as there is love.home where i belong

howdy fella

it was just about a year ago when our 2013 apprentice asked if she could return for a second year of farmer training. it might not sound like much to you, but for us it was a big step . we have a 15 year old, well curated, fairly defined single season apprenticeship program here and hadn’t really embraced advanced training in all of our years of mentoring. last wintry winter when we met and talked and planned for the 2015 season, we decided to take the plunge and welcome her back: challenging all of us to reach beyond our well established comfort zone.

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it was later that spring, right when the season started to unfurl rapidly, when i got the phone call. our soon to be second year apprentice  was unexpectedly pregnant. “could i still come? “she asked. large decisions, an unknown future, and no partner  “would you still welcome me?”

“with open arms” i said, “no matter what.”

so the hill and hollow 16th season began. what unfolded here on our farm in 2015 is a tale to be told.   it is the tale of a young woman trying to make tough decisions. it is the tale of myself and my family attempting to support that process.  it is the tale of a rocking community of folks gathering in the fields to listen, advise and welcome (and manage those fields that feed us all). it is the tale of one special midwife. it is the tale of people coming together in support of each other. it is the tale of a diverse group of folks taking paths not easily taken, making commitments from our hearts.  

today i am proud. proud of my family, my friends, my greater community and proud of deanna. she remained steadfast in her commitment to her self and her babe now just hours old. while cultivating and composting and planting and harvesting and putting up hay and moving sheep the weeks passed into months. she was envisioning herself  as a farmer, as a shepherd, and as a single mom.

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a new life has begun in the crazy hills and hollows of south central kentucky.  deanna’s journey into motherhood has begun and we can all welcome a little boy.

 

wrap up

i have been composing and recomposing posts over the past week. they swirl in my mind but nothing seems fitting enough to push the birth announcement of our newest farm baby elowyn pearl smith down the page. what my friends could be more interesting or compelling than a bugtussle babe?

nothing. nothing. nothing.

alas, it has been a week. a week of sleepless beauty for my buddies in bugtussle. a week of cuddling and greeting the world for their 4th child and a week of farm life for each of us.

so, i will write and move the image of the newborn farm babe down the page a notch.

here in the hollow we are wrapping up, the garlic planting, the last great farm task of the season, is near complete. the field crops are winding down and the high tunnels are full of hope for late season bounty. i am spending the final moments in my dye studio, a place born and treasured here in the 2015 season. a spot that welcomed our farm’s first ever indigo dyeing workshop, and a nook that i have sought day after day as i tried to develop a new farm enterprise.

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the japanese indigo is setting seed, the goldenrod is passed, and now i am playing with the delightful marigolds:  strong in scent and offering a deep golden yellow.

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it has been a great year full of life and color. a few more dye vats and i will close the studio for the season and prepare in earnest to attend our first ever fiber show SAFF in the meantime, a few more thousand garlic cloves beckon so off i head. a good end of season indeed.

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