Stones and Straw Houses
I had not felt that in a while. It was good to have it back.
There's a lot of personal changes going on around here lately. Ive been writing about it over at the Clan Cold Antler blog, but to summarize a lot of scary things are going on and I realized I could put my head down and figure it out or just collapse into this place of inaction. I asked the readers of that blog to help in a small way, which was through positive thinking about me and this farm's health. I asked if they would go outside and find a small stone and hold it tight in their fists while they imagined everything here being okay, successful and safe. Then I asked they drop that stone in a glass, and set it somewhere it can get sunlight during the daytime and see the stars at night. I asked that every day for ten days they do this with me, because I believe intention can move mountains and I believe in the power of prayer. If just one person does this with me it adds such an intensity of purpose to the healing this farm. I'll ask here too: find a stone and say a prayer that things are okay, collect them in a glass by a windowsill, if you can and want to. It is a huge help.
This post must seem odd, jumping from home building to college to stones in glass jars - but it is all the same thing: community. My community here in Veryork, the people I see on a regular basis. The community that turned me into the person I am today, my past. And the community here online as well, sending me photos through Facebook of stones in wine glasses and jelly jars. Together these three groups are what keep me and this farm going. To know there are folks I can call to help at 1AM and they will arrive. To know there are people out in the world that remember me, for better or worse. And to know that there are strangers in Canada placing river stones in their palm and imagining me in a better place.... what could be more of a community effort?
I feel lucky to have these three groups.
I hope they all know they have me if they need me, too.