A night by the fire.

"Why Earth Song?", was one of my questions I asked Steve and Cindy.
I really liked the name and after spending five days on the farm I could not possibly think of a better suited name for it. What I had observed on the farm, really resonated with its name.

Cindy said that they had come up with a list of names, trying to find "the one". Both Steve and Cindy are into spirituality and harmonious co-existence with all the living things. Interestingly, they are avid fans of a book I am currently reading , "Anastasia", from "The Ringing cedar series", that talks about a spiritual connection with nature and surrounding world.
And as Cindy gave explanation to my question, all the sounds we here around us are one or another type of vibration. Conversations, music, songs, birds chirping, and the list goes on. And the Earth has its own song as well.

Steve and Cindy's house is filled with all kinds of different percussion instruments, drums of various sizes, flutes, recorders, maracas, other exotic things that are easy to use in music making.

And while the young woofers enjoyed drumming during the day time, the older woofers got a special time to do that.

It did not take long for woofer Steve and Mirek to build a bonfire behind the greenhouse. The open field with tall grasses and woods far in the back enhanced a beautiful picture of a setting sun that evening. We got plenty of bug spray (mosquitoes are aggressive here), long sleeves, since it gets quite chilly at dusk, pulled out our musical instruments and headed out to spend an evening by the fire.

Ivana and Leona had two potatoes that they wanted to roast in the ashes, Evan was snoozing away in the Airstream, Milana was happily dowsing off in my hands, three drums were keeping up with the beat, Mirek and Ivana played a few duets, Leona was adding to the fun with her instrument, and I simply could not have enough of the sky, the stars, and the moon.

The Big Dipper was straight up above our heads and the rest of the sky was planted with the shining jewels of the universe. As I was looking up, my humble mind could not possible comprehend the vastness of the space, my heart was beating steadily and I could feel the calmness, the purity, the uniqueness and magic of this moment in every cell of my body.

Then story telling took over. We will always remember a story of Kawanga, an African crocodile that so desperately wanted to be a dog, that it learnt to bark like you would never believe it, and was taken by a little girl to a village to live in her hut.

Another great story Ivana initiated was a story about a moon, the sun and the stars. Farmer Steve is a phenomenal story teller, and as the story was going around I was looking forward to his turn to add some spice to it. He always managed to give the story a funny twist and everybody would burst out laughing.

The kids begged for more nights out by the fire. But, sadly, it was the only night we managed to spent this way. But on other nights we talked, watched a movie and had ice cream, I tried to keep up with all the things I wanted to write about on my blog, read a book about foraging, and we simply allowed ourselves to soak in tremendous amounts of information we were receiving every day.