Going Forward


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Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.

CG Jung

Dear Reader,

In light of all that continues to unfold before us this final week of January, I invite you to ponder with me a moment. If the same themes that exist on the macro level are also present on the micro level, how can we grow from these painful moments? Although not easy, it is of grave importance that we consider now the themes of power and disregard for truth in our own lives. What is being asked of us personally? While the larger narrative is vastly important, hyperfocusing on it leads to powerlessness, exactly the theme that keeps us stuck.

And so last week, as the snow began to blanket this corner of New Hampshire, covering every pathway and most guideposts, I found myself in search of a way forward. I made attempts to clear a path or two, both literally and energetically, and it wasn’t easy work.

After 36 hours of the on-and-off snowfall, restlessness set in. Despite the large flakes falling, we snapped on our snowshoes and looked across the drifts. Few markers remained in sight for context. The top inches of the garden fence, the high tunnel, and mature trees offered the only sense of where to go. I quickly discovered how much effort it took to move through the fluffy drifts, even with snowshoes. Pausing at the edge of our land, we prepared to enter the forest, keeping right along the conifer perimeter.

Although I’ve created many new paths in my lifetime, most weren’t through drifts of snow; this required both stamina and patience. On this first day out, we created the perimeter path, which would make a walk around the forest possible without snowshoes. The next day, we repeated our steps with much more ease and then began carving out the connecting trails. Bit by bit, the trails are being formed, and the walk does become easier with each passing day. It was that first attempt that was the most challenging, and halfway around, I realized I had a choice: turn back following the tracks I had just made, or continue onward through the fresh snow, circling to arrive home.

Midweek I found myself in the Keene courthouse, not where I would choose to be. I was however continuing a path that began last fall. I felt weary and worn down. Plagued by a neighbor intent on aggressive actions that impeded our enjoyment of the Gemmo Forest and family property, we sought protection. Unwilling to accept the court’s initial order, she exercised her right for the judge to reconsider and so here we were again.

I felt much as I did on the snowy path, looking down the long stretch ahead, wondering whether I had what it took to keep going. Was retreating even an option? My heart told me it wasn’t, but my mind did tempt me otherwise. I'd like to think that the time we are experiencing is only about the other. But its not. It’s about each one of us who make up the collective, asking ourselves what needs to change within our own perspectives.

Moving through the week I noticed waves of clarity and then a sense of being lost, certainly in alignment with this particular sun transit. The sun has been making its way through gate 19 and completes the transit today. Through the Human Design lens, it is called the Gate of Wanting; the I Ching hexagram translates to Nearing. I identified deeply with the sense of approaching what I might peer down upon but not yet being there. In the forest, I could see the way ahead that needed clearing, just as in the courtroom, but in both cases I found myself questioning my ability to continue. Perhaps yoou too haveexperienced a bit of this fading in and out as if the reception was weak. II think now, as the long week comes to a close, it wasn’t that the reception was poor, it was my ability to sustain focus on what was mine to solve.

I’m always curious to hear how you experienced this same period, and I welcome your notes. Until we meet next week, consider snapping on your own figurative snow shoes and see all that you are capable of clearing.

Until next week,


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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.

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