I came here to learn how to be more self-sufficient. I wanted to learn how to grow my own food then watch my hands shape it into something beautiful to share…my hands…finally healing…the deep cracks that burn pulling skin tight at every joint are finally giving way…softened skin by the rain.
It was nearly dry for two weeks. The thick clay turned into dust clinging to every cover as the sun shined so bright for these long 18 hour Summer days…my skin turned pink at my raw shoulders, nose and cheeks…giving way to now tanned freckles following my contours…i hide under my woven hat until I can dive into the mildly salty sea to cool the stinging nettle bites & tension in my muscles.
Our plants grew taller towards the sun, and the harvest has begun: beet root, potatoes, cabbage, courjettes, sugar peas, spinach, broccoli, kale, lettuce, onions, garlic & chard…accompanied by the glistened wild strawberries that I pick alongside the road on my morning walks… we prayed for rain. 14 days would be too long.
We busily prepared, continuing the paths at the community garden & harvesting from the field, for the Summer’s feast at Solstice… and were rewarded with an outpouring of generosity and warmth as this community continues to welcome our place…we sat surrounded hip-to-hip on the bench that I had placed…& the sun set on this longest day into the cliifs…hot tea, jest & stories all to be told again, as the family around me grows. I came here to be self-sufficient, but am continually accompanied by the generosity of this community.
My roots deep here now, I had to fight the fear to run again…scared of what I knew I had already let go of in my mind becoming real…as here I’ve had to re-invent myself…I am no longer a pediatric physical therapist…I am a volunteer…a farmer…a cook…a coordinator…a painter…a friend…a sister…an artist…and thus I prepare for what inevitably will be a struggle to make my way…without the security & confines of a career back home.
The fear of the challenges, as well as their rewards, that I know not yet to face…
We cycled 15k up the hills to reach the Cliffs of Moher…a task I knew not how to carry…my legs & back continuing to give way to the ease of a walk along the road…I fell far behind, but was not left alone…we reached the pinnacle, where the dark & brooding jutted rocks break into the lightened! green foam of the sea…I dove in…my body…my heart…my spirit refreshed, knowing that all of my struggles would be worth that moment of bliss… the round black stones, sand & grey slabs of earth to keep me warm…the light of the shadowed sun to keep me moving…the taste of salt upon my lips to keep me nourished.
I have to make my own way…but I have the love & support of this community…& it’s amazing how just to be there makes all the difference as we bear down to build up our humble beginnings…to create something that can sustain its own self for generations to come…a flourishing garden where there once was nothing but mangled, thorned brush…a field of lush green, black gold & life giving! where there once was nothing but salted earth…a home of light and love…where there will always be.
The rain did come & I welcomed its cool life back into mine…softly against my face…jeans soaked to my thighs, and falling off my now defined body, the sound of my heartbeat pulsed through my ear…as I walked the road alone…5 miles to reach the comfort of the sound of loose gravel under my wellies…a challenge I knew not yet how to face…but done…one step continually in front of the other…with a song to carry me…from every end of this earth I have come…to find my home.