A working in progress no doubt...But here is a start.
I farm to satisfy a need for connection, a need to claim ownership to craft and skills that are on the verge of being forgotten.
Turning soil to prepare a seed bed for planting is gift and each time it happens I am overwhelmed with the aromas of the earth, the living organisms writhing about, and the tingling sense of connection with the earth.
And yes, usually a sore back worth three pain relievers, but still a sense of doing the right thing. Doing what is right for me.
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