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.
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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. Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside dreams; who looks inside, awakes. CG Jung Dear [FIRST NAME GOES HERE] A soft, low-lying fog hangs over the landscape this morning, muting the vibrancy of mid-July, softening all the edges, and lending an air of mystique. Though we think of fog obstructing our vision, it has the potential to dial down distracting sensory input and extend moments of...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. Growing asks you to remember the part of yourself the world has conditioned you to forget. Dear Reader I honestly don’t believe there is anything more delightful in the midst of July than to wake to a soft, steady rain. The muted shushing of drops running off foliage and the sharp, clear birdsong pierce my heart. Not wishing to miss a moment of this sensory feast, I quickly assembled tea and berries on my breakfast tray and made my way to the...
Want to read this email on the web? Click here. If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together. ~African Proverb Dear Reader It’s crazy HOT here, as in so many places in the world. Garden projects begin at first light and, when possible, are completed by 10 am. Given the short window of time, it's been a bit of a triage system, my attention going to what is most desperate. In the spring, planting is top priority; in the summer, it’s always watering and harvesting vying...