I sincerely hope that you have all been happy and well, or at least have managed to keep centered and in touch with the amazing journey of life no matter where it has led you.
Where to begin . . . So much has happened here on the farm, in our personal lives, and of course beyond in the greater world of family, friends, nature and humanity.
It is mid summer here now, the days are hot, long and often humid with afternoon thunderstorms. Not so conducive to the busy outdoor labor of earlier months. Gears shift and the natural rhythms slow a bit, entering into the waiting time, the space between planting and harvesting, growth and fruition, formation and fulfillment.
In the garden the first of the heirloom tomatoes are ripening, sweet corn has tassled and formed silk tufted ears, and the cool-loving lettuces are beginning to wither and turn bitter as they always do this time of year.
Mediterranean herbs and hot pepper plants are thriving in their compost beds however, seeming to absorb and concentrate the fire of the midsummer sun in the small forms of their leaves and swelling fruits. Later they will remind us of tan-lines and sweat, and add a touch of warmth to cold winter days when we crack open a jar of spiced pickles, or drop a shriveled pepper-mummy into a slow-simmering pot of soup.
In the basement earthy aromas of fermenting sauerkraut, pickles and jugs of flower wine permeate the air, while shelves grow heavy with canned goods, wheels of aging cheeses and a surplus of drying herbs. Life is rich and good, its cycles never ending, yet always complete, like the timeless movement of the cosmos, the steady breath of the great What Is.
So many of us are being stretched, tested and humbled these days, whether through unexpected inner shifts, or through the shock and challenge of inescapable outer events and circumstances. It seems that we are being asked to integrate every experience and nuance of our lives into full expression and presence, leaving nothing out, letting nothing slip by.
No matter how we struggle, suffer and resist, that is the gift that is being offered. The gift to step out of the fight, to experience life completely and fully. To embrace each moment with absolute trust and stillness of mind, allowing the space within the usual busyness that is our daily life, to grow and blossom For there, in this space between, in the quiet beingness of the moment, is our harvest, our fulfillment, and ultimately, the grace of lasting Peace . . .