radicchio came into its glory. Those temperature drops heightened its flavor profile, and the bitter edge softened. The cabbage, broccoli, and rabe also hit their stride, and the winter rye cover sprouts stood tall. The natural world reminds me, once again, that nothing ends cleanly. Something is constantly ending while others begin anew, a lesson living so close to the land has taught me. Knowing this would have brought me great comfort in bleak stretches of my life. It's taken me four growing seasons to fully celebrate, rather than mourn, Jack Frost’s arrival. As I ask why it took so long, I remember that change follows its own timeline, and this just happened to be mine. Saturday, 10 October: New Moon in Libra, ruled by Venus, which is retrograde in Scorpio for another 30+ days. This lineup offers a big invitation to reflect, review, and rework our relationships, not just with people, but with where we spend our energy. I'll be asking myself what's in balance and what's not. A word that might resonate with you is relevant. Is this ( fill in the blank) relevant to who I have become today? Until next week, Follow the Sun October 2- 13
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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. 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...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Conscious commitment requires us to surrender our illusions of perfection and accept the reality of the present moment. ~Marion Woodman Dear Reader Last week I shared a story about committing to positioning a silage tarp on a new Gemmo Forest field. In that act, a process of growth suppression begins, a first step toward cultivation and actively engaging with the land to produce. Following next Friday’s full moon and throughout the days of the...