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. Dear Reader, It is certainly apropos that as I write of this seasonal transition, our latest snowstorm would arrive. The wind was so strong moments ago, swirling the flakes in every which direction, that I was certain it was rising from the earth rather than falling from the sky. Given the other abnormalities we are witnessing, perhaps it was. Asit settled into a rapid yet steady downfall., I got down to work with thewood stove glowsing and my...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. The problem isn’t the idea of self-sufficiency. It’s the way we’ve been defining it. ~Huw Richards Dear Reader, Huw Richards is a British thought leader who shares a healthy dose of food-growing philosophy on Substack. He has been relatively quiet the past few months, so when a new post hit my inbox, I was keen to read it. In it, Richards builds a case for a modern model of self-sufficiency worth sharing far and wide. His thoughts align closely...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. I can do things you cannot, you can do things I cannot; together we can do great things. Mother Teresa Dear Reader, Did you feel that ever-so-subtle shift this week? It was just a nudge, but enough to stir a part of myself that has been sleeping. It arrived on Tuesday, the 3rd of February, winter’s midpoint. The seasonal shift is underway, and while not over yet, all that holds deep dormancy in place is loosening its grip. Every tree is acutely...