Random- Farm Life/ Sacred

       Growing up on a farm is something that has taught me many life lessons, from when I was young death was taught to me from how calves and mother cows would die from childbirth. I learned that even adults cry when my mother lost her childhood horse Licorice when I was seven. When my old yellow tabby cat died when I was thirteen, that was the first time I had ever felt true heart ache. Animals are what taught me about love and the sacred. They taught me their language and from that I learned my passion of devoting my life to preserving these wonders of life. Growing up on a farm, a child will grow up fast and learn life lessons that haven’t been learned by some adults. I never realized until my freshman year of college just how much people will judge you based on where you come from. I was always judged in high school because of how urban I was compared to my friends with deep southern accents and now being at a university surrounded by people from NOVA I can’t mention feeding my chickens unless I want to be assumed a Trump supporter. I don’t mind this however, politics were never my thing as all they do is turn people against each other. But my farm is definitely something I wish all people could have the privilege of knowing given that since I was a young girl I always felt a sense of magic within it. Now that I have learned more about the sacred within the natural realm I definitely feel as though my hypothesis of there being fairies within my forests when I was ten has been more supported than ever.