Sunday, September 21, 2014

I know, I need pictures.


There are joys one cannot imagine until they have experienced them. I suppose that has been my mission, to constantly seek the joys I could’ve never known existed until I fell into these new unique worlds and my brain is streeeeetched beyond belief.

Wollam Gardens is that new world (you can google and find out all about us) for now.

Sunset from the balcony.
I’ve been here for about 34 hours and the highs and lows have been frequent, but the sheer amount of learning I’ve been doing already astounds me. I feel like a child again, constantly watching others movements, exploring everything timidly but passionately, and simply learning the ways of the world. Here’s a rough breakdown of the past few hours:

First arrival: nervous, anticipatory… The Dahlia Festival was in full swing and I walked up to the welcome tent, ready to state my purpose and attempt to explain why I didn’t need to pay the entry fee when Kim, one of the managers noticed me and whisked me away, rushing through the farmhouse (dating back to the early 1700s with original hardwood flooring) to show me my room (upstairs shared with the other two managers, Josh and Jen, a couple sharing one bed, and their dog, Zoe, who gets the third bed in the room) and then hand me over to Josh. No one really knew what to do with me that first day, so I helped shovel out some pumpkins but spent most of my time awkwardly standing around petting the farm cat, Maxwell, and Zoe. I finally asked if there was anything I should be doing and Josh told me to just hang out as no one expected me to work that day so I took a walk around the grounds… the 10 acres: row after row of different types of plants, most of which were foreign to me (celosia? Tuberosa? Gomphrena? I really don’t know flowers). There are 5 hoop houses, one large green house, a treehouse, a pond, bridges, golf carts to easily transport from one spot to another, a giant walk-in cooler, outdoor showers, a tree swing, a large flower processing area, and I’m sure plenty more undiscovered such things.
I went up to my room afterwards and sat in fear for awhile. The loneliness and unfamiliarity had me in a NEW PLACE stupor, but after wallowing in ‘holy shit, what am I doing’ for a little while, add in a nap, and finally going back outside to be greeted by all the other interns with smiles on their faces, I was all set.

“All we do is go out and cut flowers together all day. It’s amazing!”
“Bob (the owner) has the most interesting stories, and he takes car of you.”
“Going out in the morning is amazing, you just ride out with the sun shining on the dew and the birds all flapping around in morning glory and you’re in the middle of a bunch of flower fields!”

I quickly began to feel more comfortable with all my fellow housemates, including the baby chickens living at the bottom of the stairs. I was also assigned Farmers Market the next day, as no one else wanted to miss the festival. 5:30am wake up call!

I finally met all the interns, the owner, his partner, and even an old intern who came to visit with her boyfriend. The farm is full and bountiful, with characters a plenty. The food is tasty and all free and we scored a bunch of free stuff from the vendors at the festival.
Day 2: I met Kim’s husband, Andrew, who is a fantastic character that I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with throughout the day. He made the day pretty stress-free, educational, and fun. We loaded up the van at 6:15 and headed to the Duponte circle farmers market in DC. We set up the whole shebang, 4 tents, tables, arranged the flowers as best we could, and set off, which loads of people coming through with particular tastes and knowledge of these flowers of ours—most knew more about them than I when we began. I learned how to wrap the flowers, the names and prices of many of em, (CELOSIA, brain celosia is my favorite so far), how to best dry the limelight hydrangeas and the celosia, and how to barter with the surrounding booths. What a good intro to work! We stopped at Potbellies one our way home and he paid for my stuff, which included a large meat sandwich and milkshake, all delicious. I also go a free iced coffee as we gave the coffee vendor a bunch of flowers.

I’m really enjoying it here. I know this was long and jumbly, but I wanted to get something out there. Oh! And I went for a walk this evening and it began to rain so I sought shelter in a hoop house. Felt so nice to be back out here, on this land-a-plenty, working and living with like-minded, interesting folks! 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked.

Starbucks, center of concourse C, PDX.

Ben & Jerry's, upstairs center of concourse B, DEN. 

Charging station, concourse B, DEN.
I know these places, I know them well. Here is where I felt happy as I lay dying. Now I am back to say hello.

"I don't see how anyone could ever be stressed here."
-Kelly, mid-June, upon first arrival at Oceanside. 

We are always setting ourselves up for the unexpected. What excites me about life, however, is just that... that and I revel in the fact that the bad in life, you can always learn from and the good in life is, simply, good. Nothing is inherent, you just have to know trust it. 

(Please, trust that you know nothing. You will feel better.)

I realized on this long summer journey that I desire only to be around those who are willing to learn every moment of their lives. Striving always for a more understanding self. And patience, we must all have patience. 

"How can we ever have time, if we never take time?"
-Matrix reloaded

I may feel the tinglings of newness, of budding, of possibility. I fear it. I must walk through it. I cannot take it with me. I need no more baggage and this feels like an addiction. 
But can one know when to dive and when to flee?



Trust me when I tell you I will keep you. I know I can love and appreciate from afar. Physical presence is not meaningless, but yet not essential. 
How? How can I trust that? No one works this way. 
I carry my mother with me, always. How could you not trust that?