Seeds of the Sustainable Herbs Initiative Learning Journeys
Travels, some literal, some not
We wake before dawn. I work to start a small fire, put a pot of water on for tea. The little girl delights in the river. The Barun woman heads toward a nearby hill to climb. The 10-year old hesitates to see the direction I choose. The teenager still sleeps.
I listen, to sense in to what is arising and the direction to take. I see a boulder near our camp and climb to the top. A man comes to join me. A little boy runs to sit in his lap. As my little girl comes so sit in mine.
We sit silently for a bit, watching the river.
What are we to do, I ask.
We could build a village, he said. I turn to look at him. A villageā¦?
Do it the right way, he continues. Taking our time. Asking each step of the way, what is right? How does it feel? Not building from a vision or our ideas, but from a feeling of rightness.
It takes longer to do it this way, he said. Building what arises in relationship to the material, relationship to the earth, relationship to each other. We really do build as if each step of the building is the end, rising out of the resonance. Nowhere else to go. Building relationships that rise from the source to meet what is called for.