Stability is the state of being resistant to change and not prone to wild fluctuations in emotion. When used in the Benedictine vows it refers to the importance of community and commitment in life.
In connection to our life and our land, I use this word to mean allowing a deep connection to develop between me and the actual land. I remember what it was like to stand here in my 30s with small children; I remember what it was like to garden here in my 40s with teenagers and a menegerie of animals; and I anticipate what it will be like as I move through my 50s, 60s, 70, 80s, and 90s. All while staying put in this place.
And so, I plant trees. Trees that take a long time to grow. Trees that will shelter my hammock now and someday will shelter my ashes.
And so, I design systems for caring for chickens and rabbits that take into account an older body. A body with limitations that still knows that to mimic nature is best for my critters.
And so, I start building raised beds so that the land can continue to sustain and nourish me as I strive to continue to nourish it.
And so, I ask Michael to mow wider paths through the back so that tired legs and failing eyes can still walk and enjoy the beauty that is present here on this land.
And so, finally, I practice gratitude that this is my home.
*All pictures have been taken by me using my iPhone 8 with no filters*