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. Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom. ~Viktor E. Frankl Dear Reader Dragging the silage tarp between fields in the Gemmo Forest is no one’s favorite task; just ask any volunteer or intern. I am certain it would never make a top ten list. On the other hand, repositioning one, securing it, and walking away knowing a transformation has...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. ~Wendell Berry Dear Reader Last weekend, Joachim and I attended a neighborhood meet-and-greet for a New Hampshire Senate Candidate. When we arrived, we took in the long stretch of cars tucked under the tree canopy with interest and followed the signs directing us through the house into the back garden. It was the quintessential late-summer New England afternoon, a...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first. ~EB White Dear Reader A subtle shift in light first alerts me. Slightly lower in the sky, it gives off a luminous golden hue. It arrives earlier each afternoon. So fleeting in its appearance, I...