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. Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. ~Anatole France Dear Reader After three sticky, sultry days that left no room for breath, I awoke Thursday to brisk air with wind gusts rustling the tender young foliage. The 48-degree temperature and cloudy skies were an invitation to bundle once again and prepare for a morning meander. There hasn't been much of that this season, and it seemed high...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Learn character from trees, values from roots, and change from leaves. ~Tasneern Harneed Dear Reader We first arrived at our New Hampshire home in late November as an ice storm brewed. As I made a cursory tour of the cold and empty house, I noted the outline of a tree that filled the kitchen window. In the morning, upon closer inspection, it was added to the list of Things Needing Immediate Repair. As those first days unfolded, that original...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. When you look at a forest, you think you’re looking at a static thing, but what you’re looking at is this incredible cycle. ~Suzanne Simard Dear Reader As April gives way to the first mild days of May, I’ve watched the Red Oak that frames our living room window dress herself for the spring festivities. Standing bare to me and the world from November through May, she dominated my view. Now, dressed in green, she simply fades into the increasing...