You arrive with the apple blossoms, fresh and pink.
What will you prune? What will you nourish?
Those may not have been her exact words, but that is the sentiment that has stayed with me from Lauren’s words the welcoming ceremony on Day 1 of the apprenticeship. You can imagine how easily those words return to me, every time I weed or hoe or plant or seed. I suspect that one could come here, to this place called Green Gulch Farm, without any intention to discover or transform themselves, and the magic of the place would do its work on them. But that suspicion will never be confirmed. The people who come are explorers and spelunkers of the inner and outer worlds. Just rubbing elbows with these folks as we sharpen our harvest knives or touch finger tips as we pass boxes of loose spinach down the bucket brigade, the earnest diligence and authentic curiosity of these people nudges you open. Or it nudges me open, anyway. Is this the way the morning mist nudges the seedlings out of the earth? Is farming really this much metaphor?
The Talmud says there’s an angel that bends over every blade of grass and whispers, “Grow, grow!”
Tibetan Cherry Tree. Woof!
At Green Dragon Temple, there’s always an altar where you need one.
The farm & garden from the trail above.
The Farm Altar. Every morning we bow in here after breakfast.
Window to the optimistically named Tidy Shed.
My go-to source for info about edibles, Farm Apprentice Hannah, braves the wild cucumber! Careful folks, it’s mildly toxic.
Is it not so awesome? Can you believe this thing is native?
Walk to the beach. Oh California!
Me after an enthralling Native Plant Walk with the excessively inspiring Head of Grounds, Sukey. Drinking Douglas Fir tea (so citrusy!), donning Clingweed crown. I love it here. I love being outdoors, sinking my hands into the soil every day, surrounded by people dedicated to understanding themselves. And dedicated to kindness. Kindness! Truly remarkable.