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.
Honoring White Spaces
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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. 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...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Listen to your heart. It knows all things, because it came from the Soul of the World, and it will one day return there. ~Paulo Coelho Dear Reader, This past bleak and icy Monday, I woke from a deep dream state, ready for the new day. Allowing my memory to guide me, I refrained from lighting the path. Daylight comes soon enough, and so I cherish each dark hour of morning, abundant with potential. Although it's the heart of my home, the kitchen...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Faith includes noticing the mess, emptiness, and discomfort, and letting it be there until some light returns ~Anne Lamott Dear Reader, Happy New Moon and Solstice Weekend, and congratulations on having courageously navigated the darkest days of the year. Now it's time to welcome the season that so poignantly honors white spaces and celebrates each daily increase in light. With careful attention, take note of the spaciousness that has begun to...