It’s a busy, busy time. When we’re not riding a wave, it seems we’re running for the next. This pace is humbling but I have no real complaints.
Gripes that were once so massive and consuming are now just distant nags. Even fighting or getting angry seems like a waste of energy ;)
Instead of resisting, we push as far as possible through each day, collapsing into bed under the weight of exhaustion for a night of rock like sleep. Coffee is our life blood in these foggy days.
While I so dreaded this pace all winter, strangely I’m finding joy in its persistence. I feel like a rock that’s rough edges are being washed smooth by the ocean waves.
Between sowing seeds, preparing ground and planting, wedding, harvesting, arranging and delivering, life feels like a blur of dirt and flowers.
So many beautiful flowers…. with more than even I can imagine on their way.
In truth I am a little scared, stepping forward into this incredibly full reality we’ve created. We have never taken on so much, been so united, and so focused, so utterly driven.
If we keep up this pace and stay true to our plan, that “real farm” I have been wishing for forever will actually be ours.
I can see it , out there on the horizon… it’s waiting for us.
All we have to do is keep going.