As always on Thursdays, my head was deep in Market Zone for most of the day. Loading totes, displaying produce, checking off countless boxes ping-ponging around in my head to make sure that the farm stand sets up smoothly, beautifully, and on time. Check. Then in the late afternoon, as the interns overhauled our debris mountain into a working compost pile with Ted's guidance and a pair of sprinkler hoses, I found the Wild. Something I never even imagined existed in this place. At once terrifying and mesmerizing, she caught me in my tracks.Read More
Coming back. Coming back, after a week in the woods-- a simple distillation of life into basic tasks, immediate surroundings, present sensations-- was originally difficult. I covered for Ted on Saturday and over the weekend for irrigation, and I wasn't ready to dive back in. I hadn't slept well yet, I wasn't used to the sunshine and heat, and my mind was still far away, dreaming of a future in which I can awake to birdsong and meadows rather than trainsong and city streets. Coming back, until I could resettle quietly into my home and routine, felt like a burden.
There's still- always- so much to do.Read More
I saw how the light struck each cloud, and marveled at the reflection of clouds on the greenhouse roof, and smelled plum blossoms in the air, and listened to Michael clipping branches and the freeway buzzing in the distance. And I stopped thinking about how much I loved the sky today, and for one fleeting moment just loved it.Read More