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.
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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. Goodbyes make you think. They make you realize what you’ve had, what you’ve lost, and what you’ve taken for granted. – Ritu Ghatourey Dear Reader I've come to believe that a well-lived life is marked by a continuous flow of new chapters and goodbyes. The experiences, whether transitory or lasting, might involve relationships, identities, roles, or beliefs. Each extends its own unique opportunity to grow and evolve. In reflection, the most...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. When we venerate that which is pure, we ourselves become pure. ~Richard Rudd Dear Reader The gardens at the back of our home are bookended by two raspberry patches, not by our choice, but by the berries. A classic novice error at the end of our second growing year was an attempt to relocate the canes to a position we preferred. The raspberries, it seemed, were quite happy to adapt to this new home, but some also chose to stay. Just in case we...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.~Robert Browning Dear Reader The first frost of the season arrived as predicted in the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Although there was no frantic scurrying like in past years, a few rituals remained. Joachim lovingly gleaned the last of his cherry tomatoes, as I stripped the final zephyr and white squash. We picked another...