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 Magic of Water
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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. I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.~Robert Browning Dear Reader The first frost of the season arrived as predicted in the wee hours of Wednesday morning. Although there was no frantic scurrying like in past years, a few rituals remained. Joachim lovingly gleaned the last of his cherry tomatoes, as I stripped the final zephyr and white squash. We picked another...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Each end is always a beginning, because nothing ever ends totally, nothing can ever end. Everything continues, only forms change. ~Osho Dear Reader Bean harvest is in full swing, and there is much to celebrate. Each pod holds the bounty we will use through the winter, as well as the beginning of next year’s crop. This season, we doubled our production and added several varieties, so the bean harvest window has expanded. I am on a mission to grow...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood, A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? ~Fred Rogers Dear Reader Before summer fades far from the memory, I have one final tale that has been fermenting off to the side. It was too poignant for words as it unfolded. Now, with a bit of air to breathe and space to take shape, it is ready to share. The doorbell rang at exactly 2 pm on a Tuesday in...