My hands tightly gripped the handles of the watering cans. My bare feet pressed against the brick path leading to my driveway. The bricks were cool, yet still welcoming. The early morning energy was palpable and calming. As I stepped into the sunlight and felt it hit my bare legs and face, I instantly felt my body let go of tension that I didn’t realize I was holding.

The bushes that I was going to water were ones that I transplanted from a couple different mama bushes on my property earlier in the year. Asking a mama plant for a baby and transplanting it brings a level of happiness into my soul that extends far past this lifetime. Farming is woven deep in my soul and I am profoundly grateful for that.

I walked this exact path daily with watering cans infused with love. My eyes closed yet my body knew the path. With my eyes closed the feedback from all of my other senses became more intense. The way the driveway felt on my feet made me feel grounded and connected with the earth. The crisp smell of the fall air mixed with the musty smell of the fallen leaves made the most perfect aroma that felt as if it were soaking into me through every pore of my body, and not just my nose.

I reached the bushes and slowly started pouring water from the cans. As the water streamed and flowed back into the earth I felt my tension, my fear, my resistance flow right along with it. I stood with empty buckets, I no longer held resistance and fear. I watched a wooly bear caterpillar crawling. Just like I know that farming is woven deep into my soul, I also know that I am right where I need to be in life. Standing quietly in the early morning sun with bare feet, empty buckets, and a full heart.