Rake woman

She rakes. She’s a woman. In the garden she’s at home - but she doesn’t like stinky, dirty things like dirty eggs. But shes a raker and really she likes to get down and dirty in lots of ways. Today, its sowing seed in a plot I’ve weeded and prepared. She has gusto - you should watch her go! Her family in Ireland will see the video and think she is the main farmer here - not me.

After a night of rain the weeds pull easier - you look easier too and we start again. Day after beautiful day. Today you have intentioned a good batch of work - you have an assignment due - one that requires you to be on Irish soil to deliver. I will beaver away at my podcast, and concoct a plan to speak to my son about his changing body and that word: Mast-ur-bation. Hoof! I never thought the day would come when I’m the one contemplating my child’s burgeoning sexuality even before they do. But it should be that way. The elders in all good lineages prepare the young for what was to come without telling them too much - without muddying the waters of their perfect innocence.

I am so glad you are here with me on this land.

I want you to stay.

I want you to be fulfilled and be your greatest self.

So, we shall see, we shall see. And no therapist need tell us what to do - or the right way. I am done with others right ways - from henceforward - I shall be the maker of my own gentle running path.