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. We all have preferences. I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose, I would always greet it in a garden. ~Ruth Stout Dear Reader On our nightly walk up the boarding road, Joachim and I often review the day, sharing highlights and challenges. Deep into our discussion, a movement in the woods to the left caught our attention. Pausing both walk and conversation and scanning the overgrowth, we, at the same time, tracked a set of blue eyes...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Cultivate the root; the leaves and branches take care of themselves. ~Confucius Dear Reader A month ago, I planted 12 lovage seeds. It would be my third seasonal attempt. The first two times, the story was the same. I tapped the seeds into soil blocks and patiently counted down fourteen days, then twenty-one days, and eventually gave up. The soil blocks were then repurposed for more "cooperative seeds". The problem was that I really wanted to...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. ~Henry David Thoreau Dear Reader April tugs and nudges me with an increasing force. Wake up she calls, enough with your drowsy slumber. Here I am dancing along with all that bursts forth, keep in step, and I’ll be your guide. Allow me, and nothing else, to be your conduit to what is real and true. In this way of being, duplicity, deception, and...