On the pilgrimage today, i remember in dreamtime seeing an image with words repeatedly which i am unable to bring back into consciousness, i trust the picture and words will bloom in me as long as i devotedly tend the soil which is my practice… This reverie takes me back to the years i told the IRS i was a freelance farmer and this re-membering takes me back further to my grandmother who was a master gardener coming from people close to the earth, my beloved grandmother, a farmer of my heart…