Let's be honest, the last few months have been a wringer no matter what group you identify with, which corner of the political arena you've staked out. I wish I could say our patch in the hinterlands of Perry Co was blissfully devoid of the heavy & disorienting bigger world, but we have internet, radio, and smart phones like everyone else. So it is that sad/scared/angry thoughts creep into the herding, feeding, chopping, digging, walking, and fence building that makes up our days.
But then there was a moment last week when I got home from market and Travis was digging a trench for the new (Kickstarter funded) waterline. He drove the old tractor slowly, twisted in his seat to watch the furrow opening in the pasture beneath him. The red dirt rose and unfolded in a neat line on the green, winter-grazed pasture like a zipper pulling open the earth. Something about seeing what our farm wears beneath her green clothes, the mantle that our trees cling to, the little bugs that build the soil, it brought me back to the work at hand- building the world we want to inhabit.
We are doing that already, all of us, by being good neighbors, friends, stewards of our spaces and communities. We just need to keep doing it, keeping our eyes on the earth under our feet, moving steadily in the right direction. If you would like to remember your direction and put one foot in front of the other through our woods and pastures and river banks, drop us a line and we'll find a time to get grounded again.