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Yesterday, while planning our monthly budget, I mentioned to my partner that Id like to send a check to Four Quarters. He didnt understand. At all. "You hardly ever go there! And now that Q. and M. moved, you dont even have anyone to camp with!" He has a point. For 4 years now, Ive been attending farm events once or twice a year. Beltaine, Womens Gathering, Stones Rising. Ive taken on cooking and serving duties, even called a Quarter for a ceremony. Every time I visit the farm, I dont want to leave. Ever. It is home to me, just as surely as my Mothers house is, or my lovers embrace. I find myself thinking of farm friends when Im away, missing the trees, and the sand of the drum circle between my toes. Ive been talking a good talk for years now, about how the Earth is sacred, and about how much I care for life. And for the past six months, Ive been making a conscious effort to start practicing what I preach. Im trying not to eat processed foods, I buy from local businesses. I compost. I garden. I try to make my everyday existence a living prayer to the Goddess. I try to respect life, respect the energy that flows from one life to another. I want to become a Promoting member of Four Quarters because I believe in the Land. Even when I am not physically there, the farm sustains me. I want it to be there not just for me, but for my children and their children. A sacred space for us to share. Sacred because we make it so. I am not a Wiccan, a Druid, a Gardnarian, a Santerian, or a Christian. I believe in the Land, I believe in life and its energy, I believe in trust. But even as informal as my worship is, it feels good to have a place to come home to, where people will not judge my beliefs, but will give me the freedom to express them. Where people will share points of view with love and humor. Even a solitary, nondenominational pagan like me needs a community. So please accept my membership in the Four Quarters community, with my heartfelt thanks. I miss you all and envy you your time on the Land. Peace, Kate Yorks |