Karen, years ago when we experienced deep loss on many levels, we held a grief ceremony and invited our people. We crumbled leaves into compost and then asked our friends to come and plant acorns into all that had fallen apart. We weren't able, yet, to seed anything ourselves at that point, but we opened to allowing others to plant in hope for us. I see in you a tender tenacity and I raise my glass to you, friend. Here's to hope.
Mine is speaking about farming and local food. Stepping out of my comfort zone to push back against death by guiding others to better health with food.
Karen, years ago when we experienced deep loss on many levels, we held a grief ceremony and invited our people. We crumbled leaves into compost and then asked our friends to come and plant acorns into all that had fallen apart. We weren't able, yet, to seed anything ourselves at that point, but we opened to allowing others to plant in hope for us. I see in you a tender tenacity and I raise my glass to you, friend. Here's to hope.
I love this so much Jenny. Compost is such a powerful process. Slow and hard to see, but powerful! Thank you for sharing this, friend 💛
Mine is speaking about farming and local food. Stepping out of my comfort zone to push back against death by guiding others to better health with food.
I love that so much.