I began expressing my big Cancer emotions through writing at a very young age. For me, the unique act of writing is what allows me to process and evolve fully . Today, my weekly missives follow themes that weave between the literal fields of my work in the Gemmo Forest, our family homestead garden, and the energy field we all experience. My life now follows the rhythm of the land. From spring through fall, I can be found outdoors, hands in the dirt, working alongside her husband, Joachim, to tend our 7,500-square-foot family garden or with local volunteers caring for Gemmo Forest. When the cold sets in and the fields rest, I return indoors, where I rekindle my love of writing by the wood stove, always with my faithful calico, Ruby, curled close by.
A Tale of Tea and Community
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Field Notes from Lauren
I began expressing my big Cancer emotions through writing at a very young age. For me, the unique act of writing is what allows me to process and evolve fully . Today, my weekly missives follow themes that weave between the literal fields of my work in the Gemmo Forest, our family homestead garden, and the energy field we all experience. My life now follows the rhythm of the land. From spring through fall, I can be found outdoors, hands in the dirt, working alongside her husband, Joachim, to tend our 7,500-square-foot family garden or with local volunteers caring for Gemmo Forest. When the cold sets in and the fields rest, I return indoors, where I rekindle my love of writing by the wood stove, always with my faithful calico, Ruby, curled close by.
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. I used to think farming was about growing food, now I think farming is about growing soil and habitat, and food is what happens when you do that well. ~Jay Drysdale Dear Reader As chilly and often grey May folded into June's warmth, affirmative answers to my many questions arrived. Yes, those gorgeous white beans from Transylvania did germinate and are now climbing up the trellis. Yes, the new potato variety is flourishing in the high tunnel,...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.― C.G. Jung Dear Reader In these final weeks of spring leading up to the summer solstice, she is showing me all she can be. She teases with nighttime temperatures that plummet and send me scurrying to cover the garden beds and then the next day rolls out her own blanket of sultry heat. Hanging so thick in the air, you are certain the near frost was a fever dream. She is the gift of...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. ~Anatole France Dear Reader After three sticky, sultry days that left no room for breath, I awoke Thursday to brisk air with wind gusts rustling the tender young foliage. The 48-degree temperature and cloudy skies were an invitation to bundle once again and prepare for a morning meander. There hasn't been much of that this season, and it seemed high...