Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Paying witness.

August 1, 2018


It's always a relief to have July behind us, and yes, I know I say that every year. But July is so loud and extravagant, overblown with heat and color and unchecked growth. Maybe it's just too chaotic for the likes of me. 


Anyway, August always brings with it a sense of accomplishment, of anticipation. And though the biodynamic calendar tells us that heat and light planetary aspects rule this month (translation: a hot August), I have hope. I have hope that change--in weather, in patterns--will sweep in at some point on a rogue westerly or northerly wind, and that we just may wake one morning, surprised by the shift.  

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