Comments and letters from
Justin Farm visitors and apprentices

What a peaceful, gentle place filled with lush greenery and the Wizard himself showing better, easier, cheaper ways to do things. What fun!   Roger

I thought I was going to be on your farm looking at things for maybe 15 minutes. After 2 hours I realized I had so much to learn. There were so many things I want to do at my own place. Thank you for the insights.     Tom

May 10, 2007
Dearest Gentle man~

Since then...

Not so long ago...quite recently in fact...I've been There and back. To a place found only in dreams...someone's amazing, peaceful dream. Upon leaving, my life hadn't gone unchanged- that's for sure...hmmm, most definite truth to be had. I don't suppose you would like to know the "just how" put into actual words and then whispered ever so softly- from my lips to your ears? Perhaps? Maybe. You always did enjoy such stories. If you're intrigued even a little bit- read on. If your too tired...save it for a moment when your longing for sweet dreams and coherent enough to indulge in them.

Hmm, where was I...ah, that's right...not long ago, I had been THERE and back. Since then... I have found myself not just longing to water and talk to sweet seedlings but have discovered that I might have been bitten by the addiction bug! A good one that is- one that has replaced some others that weren't so beneficial. Now I find myself trying so hard to drag myself away from the delicate little sprouts that lift their faces to me and smile when I sing and whisper softly to them.

I've definitely been influenced by something...or someone in an area that I had no immediate intentions of being influenced in. Sure, I've always had the desire to garden and harvest the bounty of that which I spent so much time sowing and tending over...but I never imagined that I would gain such a tremendous amount of confidence in one short week and become an adept gardener! Now there is no denying it. Since then...I walk in confidence.

I knew I've always had it buried deep with in me... I just needed someone to take me by the hand and lead by example, to let me follow along and watch- to show me how to give the seedlings a sip... running the cool, clear, wet fluid over my hands... protecting the little seedlings from the harsh crash of the water streaming out of the heavy water can- someone to to watch dig in the dirt with your whole body, mixing all the different, amazingly beneficial ingredients... and that composted "poo" really is okay to touch.

Since then...the scared little seedlings within me are pushing through the dirt...stretching their arms out and reaching for the warmth of the sun...basking in the shower of water that pours out over their soul ...gaining confidence...knowing with out any doubt that they are strong enough to blossom and bear fruit. Delicious, succulent fruit that will feed many and in turn plant great seeds so that others can grow and blossom too.

Since then...I've discovered that I don't just ENJOY being outside...connecting with the amazing energy is necessary for me... to flourish- to unwind- to slow down the ever racing mind that has been so hard to still- to connect with all that is and is yet to be. The very stirring of the wind that tousles my hair is like the arms of the universe -caressing my face- my body- my soul...loving all of me... letting me be who I am and any given moment...reminding me that I am forever beautiful...forever lovable... and always...loved.

It never stops- I feel it EVERY time I step out...even on those hot still days that tend to squelch peoples thirst...It's always there... but since then...I just hear it's voice a bit more clearly. Letting it soothe my mind- remove tension- increase focus and desire for all that which is good.

You kept saying that people aren't the same after they leave your "Disneyland" (Wizardland)...maybe your truly and delightfully clairvoyant...or just good at planting seeds and leaving no room for doubt...or both...or...thank you either way. Since then...I've discovered I reeeaaallly like dirt....and all that it heals with in me.

With much love and gratitude,
~ Rachelle ~

When can I come back?