This tattoo belongs to Teigen.
This is the last line of Wendell Berry’s poem Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front. This line has been ringing in my head for years, since I first heard the poem read in a church service. I grew up in the woods, and it kills me to see our culture’s despoiling and neglect of nature. Having these words on my wrist reminds me to choose the uphill path, to make decisions in my daily life which uphold the life and happiness of those around me, and to treat the world as sacred.
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
– Wendell Berry