Emila said to me, Love is Everything, We’re all going to die soon anyway, what else is there to do?
The season is fast going—we’re over the apex of solstice & down the other side. We will never be together like this again. And we are so fortunate to have able bodies to work with together under the sky, whatever weather appears around us.
I’m feeling so grateful for this life together. How rare & precious!
I want to thank you all for embracing the enormity of our humble task with great good humor, gentleness & energy. Turning the soil, feeding microbes, sowing seeds, cultivating in all our actions together a mindfulness of the ephemeral nature of our activities. How brief our passage on this earth.
I was gifted a collection of the Mad Farmer poems by Wendell Berry & these lines jumped out at me last night as the sky grew dark & the ladies brushed their teeth at the lower yurt:
Come into the life of the body, the one body
granted to you in all the history of time.
Come into the body’s economy, its daily work,
and its replenishment at mealtimes and at night.
Come into the body’s thanksgiving, when it knows
and acknowledges itself a living soul.
Come into the dance of community, joined
in a circle, hand in hand, the dance of the eternal
love of women and men for one another
and of neighbors and friends for one another.
Always disappearing, always returning,
calling his neighbors to return, to think again
of the care of flocks and herds, of gardens
and fields, of woodlots and forests and the uncut groves,
calling them separately and together, calling and calling,
he goes forever toward the long restful evening,
and the croak of the night heron over the river at dark.
Thank you for making Green Gulch such a beautiful place of refuge & nourishment. I am deeply moved by your myriad, unique expressions of lovingkindness.