All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch

All quiet on the southwestern front, I know. It's hard to write when things are hard, not because there is less to say, but because it feels like those things might be less worth saying. My instagram feed this weekend was a flurry of sunny pictures from the garden along with captions detailing my anxiety. … Continue reading All quiet on the southwestern front or: how anxiety is eating my lunch

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Sowing Seeds

I am not a farmer. Well, duh. I wish I were; all of the things I wish for myself--discipline, consistency, faith, foresight, intuition, production, connection to land and season and creature-- are contained within the farm. I know some incredible farmers.  I have visited some incredible farms. I've put in a couple of hours of work … Continue reading Sowing Seeds