Wild Moon Cottage is a small working homestead in the pristine Ozark Mountains. We have dairy goats, poultry, organic herb and vegetable gardens, a start of a tiny fruit orchard, several black walnut trees, wild berries and fields of wildcrafting goodness. We raise our own milk, our own eggs, much of our own medicine and food. I do laundry by hand, make my own vinegar, candles, soap, bread, cheese ........ For a living I am an artist and herbalist. My goal for myself and our homestead is to be as self sufficient and self sustaining as possible.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Where I'm From


Today has been a day of contemplation, remembering and looking within. It seemed like a good day to repost this ...



Where I'm From

I am from Drive-ins and Dairy Queens, from Mom and Pop grocers and feed stores that smell of leather and molasses.

I am from the hills and hollows, from the deep greens and the rich browns of lush forests, and fields of freshly plowed earth.

I am from the Purple Coneflower, wild beautiful healer. From the Oak, whose limbs have sheltered generations before me.

I am from Sunday Dinner and family gathered, laughing. From my grandfather, Emmett, who lived to be 99 and taught me much of what I know. And from my great grandmother, Lilly, who rarely spoke but let me brush her long white hair.

I am from travellers and day dreamers, from artists and story tellers. From Irish rogues and Italian Witches.

I am from a belief in that which is greater than we. A respect of Nature and a love for all things. From the breath of God and the womb of the Earth herself.

I'm from the Ozark Mountains, from the South, from the ocean and the swamp. I am from Springfield and Romania, from so many places I've forgotten their names. I am from Tortillas and beans n rice.

I am from the man who met Pretty Boy Floyd and Indian Joe in a bar, asked what they were looking at and lived to tell about it. From the man who ran moonshine up and down these very hills over 80 years ago. From the man who talked to God.

I am from happy times and great sorrow, from intelligence and adventure, from loneliness and a sisters bond that cannot be broken. I am from more than I could ever hope for or dream of, and I can't imagine being from anywhere else.

Juli


7 comments:

Linda said...

Beautiful!!!

JoyceAnn said...

Beautiful sentiments , enjoyed reading were You're from.

~ Many Blessings ~

Peggy said...

What a wonderful way to start the day! Your posts always give me courage and knowledge to face daily adventures. Have a blessed day!

Bohemian Single Mom said...

ohhh...I LOVE where you're from!
This is so beautiful, so poetic. Your history is so earthy and organic.
"Artists & Story tellers & Italian witches"....how excellent!

And I absolutely LOVE that you're from "Tortillas and beans n rice."
One day my daughter will say that very same thing.

Granny Sue said...

perfect. a word picture.

oldcrow61 said...

Lovely.

Anonymous said...

I remember this one from the board... I always loved it. And I love the picture of YOU!
Zinnia