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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. The only thing better than singing is more singing. Ella Fitzgerald Dear Reader, At 6 pm, it was 21 degrees Fahrenheit, and the stars were already out as I fumbled with adding a pair of corduroy trousers over multiple base layers. Tossing my head lamp into the basket, I added a second pair of merino socks, quickly laced up my snow boots, and slipped into my coat. Out into the night I went with a single mission in mind. As my dear farmer friend...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. In the winter's silence, January speaks: try again, begin anew. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson Dear Reader, A few weeks back, I shared some insights on the three stages of tree dormancy. We have been, and are, in the middle stage, winter rest or deep dormancy. The cellular changes that impact a tree’s metabolism have already taken place. Energy now is inward-focused rather than dispersed. Every action directly maintains inner harmony and protection. Our...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Your vision will become clear only when you look into your own heart. ~CG Jung Dear Reader, The reality of a rapidly shifting world hit hard this week, with some repercussions landing closer to home than I found comfortable. When my looping thoughts could be momentarily redirected into tangible gardening or farming projects, my mind stayed off the worry train, but sustaining that has been a challenge. Fortunately, my schedule was spacious enough...