The fields were dedicated to becoming nuclear-powered Love Fields. The rows were planted 108 steps long in honor of the construction of Buddhist Temple steps towards enlightenment.
The plants had a lot to say during planting, and were clearly communicating with each one of us. Trisha joined our planting team this year, uttering to each plant "To be the love you came here to be".
Since the beginning of our farming life we have been using Perelandra Balancers for Soil Balancing and stabilizing plant energy. The plants are so stable in their new homes, and you can feel the eco-system easily shift into balance.
The honey bees returned. The dragonflies returned.
2008 was all about the weather. Hundreds of tornadoes came through this area in the Spring, a 500-year flood after 27 inches of rain occurred. Constant threats of severe hail...so much lightning and wind it was almost impossible to sleep for several weeks. We felt like the ingredients in a primordial soup. And the plants were thriving.
Out of nowhere sunflowers appeared. Huge, tall, laughing sunflowers surrounded the planted fields. There had never been a sunflower in that area during the twenty years we owned the land
The plants had a more vertical alignment in their growing pattern, the harvest began 45 days early, without effort.
In 2008 we were part of the Federal Disaster Area because of the storms and flooding. We were constantly aware of people losing their homes, businesses, animals, and crops in these storms. We found ourselves struggling with the paradox of feeling grateful for the minimal damage we received, while in contact with those whose lives that had been so dramatically re-arranged by these storms.
Nuclear Powered Love Fields
We believe each human being is Love
We believe emotions are fuel to be harnessed in the name of creativity
We believe hate experienced through the heart can become passion
We believe...
And we continued...
What follows is a poem written by an extraordinary woman who visited our fields in August 2008.
Instructions
Trek up the gravel pre-dusk darkened
road through forest, past the ropes course
onto a grassy portal that with open arms
releases you into a magical midsummer meadow.
Walk the slope along a wide path cut by garden
tractor hauling water tanks toward a wood-worn
barnshed. Queen Ann's lacy fronds usher
you with nodded and bowed greetings.
Round the corner. Enter sacred ground.
Feast eyes upon a carpet of pepper plants,
each burdened with fruit like a woman's
womb holding triplets hours before birth.
The carpet is enclosed by the meadow's
uteral love field of grasses and flowers
grown as high as your heart.
Explore, notice, luxuriate.
Eggplant cherubs peep from under leaf blankets.
Squash flowers bloom yellow-orange.
Bees collect nectar, pollinate stamens.
Scattered sunflowers punctuate the scene.
Songbirds trill as they swoop and glide.
Shield eyes from pre-sunset's last glare,
whose rays caress and tickle,
create shimmer fireworks. Myriad shades
of nature's palette highlight and shadow
ruffled movements of prairie plants.
Insects in frenzy swarm above your head.
Horizon hills create sense of spaciousness.
Laugh gently as you wonder aloud
what report the pepper plants will give
about these interlopers who crashed
their domain with clumsy footsteps.
Know that they won't be able
to deny the awe and love you
felt for the total elegance and grace
imbued in this natural chapel.
Notice the diving dragonflies dancing
the meadowfield with abandon and joy.
Linda M Heintz
August 15, 2008