If I stop to assess my motivations, I always wanted to buy a farm because of the perceived security that it offers – owning land on which to grow food and collect water and feed my soul. The space to roam and dream and work and be free. But I have come to realise that it doesn’t work that way. I don’t own the land. In some ways it owns me! But more importantly, I am only care-taking. This land was here long before me. It is ancient and bold and brave and awesome and beautiful, even though it is currently degraded and denuded and devalued.
I have been reading, well devouring is more accurate, books about the new organic revolution. It has fired my soul and reaffirmed that I’m on the right track for my life. Everyone must eat, and if I can help to provide real food; nutritious, delicious, intentionally and ethically raised and affordable, then I will have satisfied my life’s purpose. It took me a while to find it, but now I’m here, I’m raring to go.
My organic revolution is starting. I have watched our land through the seasons over a number of years, dreaming and designing, now it’s time to do. It’s so true that actions speak louder than words and it’s time for action. I remain hopeful that it’s not too late for action and that my actions will not be too small. My heart and head are full of ways to make this work for the land, the people, the animals and me.
You’re welcome to come a long for the ride 🙂