Preface

Preface

I am made of dirt. I am feet on the ground, sometimes praying knees. I am a wanderer who is actually lost sometimes. I am made of unruly, wild roots. I am eyes up. I am a dreamer who knows more is out there than what my feet can touch. I am made of dirt – the dirt beneath fingernails, the dirt beneath boots, the dirt making dust on a country road. I am all of it – the dirt. The dirty. We all are, aren’t we? Dirty from the things that make us – from our birth and our childhood but even more the dirt we pick up, that we carry, that we gather from our experiences. And we don’t always know it or understand it at the time, in the season, but nothing grows without a good amount of dirt. And this is more a story about honoring the dirt that helps us, nurtures us, nourishes us, grows us. This is even more a story about where we grow, – our direction toward dreams, toward goals, toward being, toward the wild places. This is a story of celebration for all that I am, that you are. This is a collection of thoughts about staying grounded and about holding space. A guide for planting ourselves in the dirt, for growing into ourselves, for reaching wildly toward something more.