A friend from my yoga class has a prolific garden. In this dry, high altitude it takes a lot of work to nurture plants and vegetables. She brought in packets of seeds from her penstemon plants and gave them out to everyone. When I asked her about spreading seeds, she suggested that she and I go to public land, cut pieces off of naturally growing grasses and use the seeds to plant new grasses in our backyards.
So, here is my schedule. Tomorrow night go to a lecture with a friend on how the ancient Mayan civilization has relevance to us today. On Thursday, pick seeds from wild grasses and find out how to dry and plant them. On Saturday, I was invited to go raspberry picking, have soft ice cream with fresh raspberries on it (I’d prefer chocolate, but oh well!), Saturday night go to a neighborhood party, and Sunday try out a free-form dance in a group called ecstatic dance.
Have I really only been here two months? I knew that two reasons I was moving was to be closer to the land and to be a part of an active community. I didn’t really know what that meant, but I am so glad that I went with my gut feeling. My hunch was right even though I had little evidence to back it up. When it feels right, you don’t need anything to back it up. I can tell you this:
I AM HAVING FUN!!!
I love it! It sounds wonderful.
So happy for you, Ellie!
The folks from the Southwest are so fortunate to have you there!!!