Baltimore

I've been back a month now. Still living a transitional lifestyle. A housesitter, a squatter...one of the people of this world with out a home. And yet lucky to have loving people who take me in and provide sanctuaries for me. I left the farm this year determined to find land. I was sure my body and spirit were being called to the countryside, to live amongst the insects, the quiet solitude. But I am here in this blessed city and I don't want to leave. I love this city. I love that people here ask me to be their daughter and others offer me 300,000 dollars to start a farm. I love that when I go to rent an apt. the landlord is willing to lower the rent because "you feel like a good person". It is strange. I feel that in this city I understand the language being spoken. I know how to be a person here, I know how to relate and interact. I love humanity, I love humanity and I love growing food. So the farm may have to wait...for now I may settle back into this crazy city, where gunshots go off on New Years eve, and the street I live on was not plowed once during the snow storms. But I want to grow food here, here for the people I love. I want to go deeper in relationship with this city. I want to know the land and feed the people who live here.