How Wild It Was To Let It Be

I started writing this about how much I love nature, of how it connects me with the wild energy of the growing Earth. The farm is feeling so wild and authentic and beautiful these days. And then I decided to go to the "internets" to look up the definition of the word wild.

It says: 

living or growing in nature. Also: not controlled

I think I really like that definition. It just FEELS good to say "growing in nature."

And when you have a garden, wild is everywhere. You are an encourager of wild. Wild is a friend. A friend that is constantly flowing and changing and freely being.

Even if you're growing some house plants or pansies in a container, wild is a companion. It's found in the stars, the moon, the breeze gently blowing by, barely touching your cheek. It's why I love my farm. It feels like a connection to the core of life, of what it really is to be here on Earth at the most fundamental level. It's a connection to the mystery.

Sunflowers by the green house at night, planted by my mother (summer of 2015)

Feeling the dirt touch the bottom of my feet, hearing the soft chewing of the horses with their hay, watching a spider shimmy up her web when the water from the sprinkler touches it. These are each moments that open the vale between the wild and the domesticated.

{portals to wild}
The alive. The growing in nature. The uncontrolled.

There are 3 large trees in the front area of the farm that I consider dear friends and close companions. I've seen them with bare branches and snow on their limbs. I've seen them create a canopy of green over little girls at Farm Girl Camp as they make homemade flyspray with essential oils on a quilt on the grass. I've seen them at sunset, their silhouettes dark and deep against the glow of the horizon. I've listened to their leaves gently rustle as clients with the horses breathe and become more and more present with each moment spent in this wild nature, the trees standing guard for the shifting energy. For the growing in nature.

Wildly authentic in their presence, I feel at home.

"How wild it was to let it be."

-Cheryl Strayed

Isn't it so wild just to let it be? To look at the present and not try to change a thing. Just let it be. That's wild.

It also, incidentally, perfectly describes the farm. In particular all the garden areas we have cultivated this year. They are a big mix of intentionally planted growing things and what most would categorize as weeds. I pull the "weeds" around the intentional plants to allow for more growth of what is desired...but still the gardens are very wild. And I like it that way. I'm sure many a farmer would scoff at my gardens, but I don't care. How wild it was to let it be. How wild it was to let it be.

In choosing the name for the farm, "Wild Heart Farm," I had just completed Jeanette LeBlanc's powerful online writing course called "30 Days To Bring You Closer To Your Wild Heart." The world domesticates us in so many ways, and we lose touch with our true nature. I wanted the farm to symbolize a re-wilding, a reconnecting with the authentic. So, the name seemed perfect. I like it even more now...

The alive. The growing in nature. The uncontrolled.

SUmmer 2016, Farm GIrl Camp Participant freely enjoying the water hose and the grass on her bare feet