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.
The Comfort of Rhythms
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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. Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. ~Wendell Berry Dear Reader Last weekend, Joachim and I attended a neighborhood meet-and-greet for a New Hampshire Senate Candidate. When we arrived, we took in the long stretch of cars tucked under the tree canopy with interest and followed the signs directing us through the house into the back garden. It was the quintessential late-summer New England afternoon, a...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Every morning I awake torn between a desire to save the world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it hard to plan the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what possible reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the savoring must come first. ~EB White Dear Reader A subtle shift in light first alerts me. Slightly lower in the sky, it gives off a luminous golden hue. It arrives earlier each afternoon. So fleeting in its appearance, I...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. My experience has shown me the wisdom of remaining open to the possibility of growth in any and all circumstances, without ever knowing what shape that growth may take ~Rachel Naomi Remen Dear Reader I don’t remember exactly when I began a writing practice. I certainly didn’t yet consider it a practice, but rather an essential tool that helped me make sense of life’s uncertainties. It was part of my being before marriages and children, and...