“So what is your plan?” the advisor asked. She had a bit of dizziness so I handed her a tincture of something to help her that I had made. She took it and inquired upon my school. There I sat in her school trying to think of what my plan was.
“English because I think that will be the easiest way to get a teaching degree for me. I want to help homeschool parents and be an evaluator.” She handed me two more sheets of requirements that I would need to take.
“I want to take Native studies, and botany, and…” None of these are on the required classes so they would be electives.
“What is your plan?” she says again.
“I want a farm that has programs for youth and holistic healing and organic vegetables, and internships, and animals, and supports the homesteading and homeschooling community, and…I know this isn’t making any sense,” I mention. “I think I need a teacher’s license to make it all work together or to afford it.”
She wondered, too. She also wondered if my own customized degree would work.
Doug and I spent the rest of the day wandering around our grand downtown. We took in the lights and had a meal, some coffee, perused a book store, held hands, wandered.
At home in bed we wrote down exactly what our plan would be. And do you know what our plan would be? The same dang thing we wrote down in detail this time last year! A piece of land, a small house, a barn, greenhouse, hoop houses, an acre garden, a homesteading school, our herbal school, a holistic retreat, a spiritual retreat, an artist and writer’s retreat, youth programs and internships, farm animals, self reliance, food for the community, education, a place to do weddings and events. Both of us have the exact same ideas and dream.
I ran through the classes offered at Metro while I waited for my password to be fixed and there on the screen was a very interesting idea. Grant writing. Non-profit. And our world and conversation just got livelier.