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As a youngster, living it out in the suburbs of tampa, florida, I used to spend hours in the yard, pretending, playing, and digging for cool, slimy, wet earthworms. There even came a point where I had spent so many days of so many years, hands in rich dirt, that my parents accused my dirty habits for a mysterious hole in the middle of the well trimmed yard (turned out it was just your average suburban rabbit hole).

Perhaps that good ol' mulch patch was just a peaceful escape from the brutality of two older brothers or maybe it was the folly of getting nails blackened with grime that kept me searching, unearthing, and discovering...but over the past year or so, I find myself thinking back to those days of digging – because I may have been onto something in those early years. enjoying and doing something I now strive to obtain – simply following spontaneous curiosities, learning from physically getting my hands dirty, and being connected to nature.

And here's where it all starts again. in a week's time, my lovely lad and i will set off across the wide open ocean to find ourselves wwoofing (world wide opportunities for organic farming - check it out) throughout sweden and germany over the course of three months. We've been told not to set expectations high. so we aren't (at least not verbally). but i think it'll be a grand time. sure, there will be moments of stress, aching muscles, and stinky pits...but isn't it good to feel alive?