I am living a lifelong dream. Tonight a celebration of many (including my own daughter) danced the May pole on my own land. Our own land, really, because land can never be singular. There is always community associated with land. It really is the land of the future generations. May they live to plant maypoles and pole beans. May they burn a fire and squeal like giddy children when the moon rises through purple and blue. May they live in a strong healthy community of ages and sages, wise men and crones.
And so it is.
Another dream lived and living– to create a community and family with like minded, creative, curious, food-growing souls. The gratitude for all of this is held in the pole – a lightening rod of universal abundance and forthright calm.
Another dream lived and living – a women’s circle of shining faces and happy kiddos. Grandmothers joining our circle, easy conversations and shared appreciation to know and reflect each other’s beauty.
The pole was erected in the center pasture. In sight and smell of the lambs, chickens, and pigs. Surrounded by forest on the perimeter, on the leeward side of the garden. Songs sang as the dance undulated were discordant but joined in laughing melody. The ribbons were cut and tied pieces of fabric with story and patterns diverse as birthday clowns and ladybug spotted mushrooms.
The little ones tried to hang on but it was the adults meeting eye to eye – not following instructions but still creating the patterns of a weave. A joined intention for peace across the land, our land, all land...
Every person’s hands helped bring it together and now it stands, sentinel at Building Earth Farm. Thank you, Divine. We are humbled by your inspiration and power. May we all live our dreams. May all beings in all worlds know happiness, may all beings in all worlds know peace.
And so it is.