There are places we dream of though we’re not sure they exist: candle lit homes, well taken care of land, indigenous organic farming that supports local food movements, consciousness about earth and water and air, quiet conversations under full moons and cicada songs, freedom to sit and think and breathe fresh air, fields of green and greener hills.

In the west, we talk poetically about land stewardship and living with the earth, but we are often far from it.We rage at politicians for their lack of environmental protection reform, but we rarely tread that lightly in our own travels. We blame parents who fill their children with fast-food propaganda and insecticide-herbicide-fungicide cocktails, but we soon enjoy that same In-n-Out sandwich.

Then suddenly we find a family protecting a little patch of earth, tucked away in a hidden and unfamiliar country. We discover their care and concern for the topsoil, for the watershed, for the free-range animals and composting soil. We realize they want to open this land up for others to visit, to see, to believe, to share in the human experience of tending the earth with tenderness. This is ENCA Farm.

This is ENCA Farm, a place I found rest and relaxation; a place that was our dear friend Sherry’s home for more than two years; a place that has obvious importance for the family who owns the farm, for their Auntie Olive that runs the farm, for the workers who care for the fields.  Important for them, yes. But ENCA Farm is a symbol of hope, a gesture that true compassion for the earth, and the possibility to live with the earth in harmony, can occur.

ENCA Farm is not just important for the Cosalans and for the Philippines. ENCA Farm is important for our world.

Please check it out: http://www.encaorganicfarm.com