Sacred Life. Winter Greens.

This morning I drove to Wallace to visit my new friend at La Finquita (the little farm).  When I met Silvana a year ago, I could feel a pull from some far out/deep inner place to further connect.  Trusting in the weaving of life and experience, today was the day.  Gaia gifted me with a snow-melting 10 degrees C after a weekend of -32 windchill.  Silvana generously welcomed me into her world. We meandered through her biodynamic collaboration with the land. Orchards. Energy wheels. Gardens. A passive solar greenhouse. A library of seeds.  An in-depth knowledge of wild edibles.

To say I was and am inspired is a colossal understatement.  Our conversation flowed from the nitty gritty teachable, touchable bits of shared info that only hands-on experience can offer (like tricks for separating various seeds from their chaff), to sharing our unique embodied intentions when interacting with the land and animals, seeds and vegetables.  I could feel passionate, abundant life moving through me and all around me.  And to be able to connect with another from this open, enlivened place is perhaps the most meaningful part of it all.  This is what sacred is to me.

Leaving, this is what caught me attention on the 1 mile drive from Silvana’s driveway to the Wallace Bridge:

My bag of Arugula, Mache, Peppergrass, Garden Sorrel and garlic chives from La Finquita’s magical greenhouse on my dashboard. Deer and fog.  Exposed ground after lots of snow.  Lobster shells as fertilizer covering farm fields.  Myself in the rearview mirror, lit up beyond belief in my open, creative process.  Fencelines.  My way home.