tmrrw is 11/11/11

by Common Hands

Today is the full moon. The sioux tribe calls this moon ” moon when horns are broken off”, and our friend last night pointed out that she has heard it called “the hunger moon”. Both, haunting and beautiful names, suggest a sense of scaling back, of needing less, of waning, of shedding. Personally, I have been feeling ambiguous sicknesses that don’t last longer than a couple days. At first, I feel a sense of contraction, of sinus pressure, of intense blockage, and then after awhile, it passes and I have a sense of shedding something old and outworn. This must be seasonal appropriate. I have always been interested in the turning moons, in the changing seasons, in astrological shifts, and new energies arising, in all that enables and inhibits, highlights and cloaks, lending us to greater insights and deeper understanding. My body must know the rhythm of the year more than my conscious mind can fathom, as much as it wants to logic itself into a pickle. November, a most sacred month, darker and more exposed; made of baring and of breaking.
 
In terms of our farm project, I do feel a sense that we must break off our horns to make anew. Leaping ahead without knowing, the age-old test that gets us time and time again. How to plan around uncertainty? How to bat away fear and doubt and move forward confidently? Right now, we are breaking off our horns, picking up the pieces, and getting our hands on a good drawing board.  Hungering for a greater plan, a smoother operation, desiring to put our lessons from this year into a practical vision that we can nurture into existence.
In terms of this blog, I am hoping to shed some layers and begin writing in new directions, going deeper into what’s actually happening beyond the surface of a start-up farm operation and the kinds of physical, mental, emotional struggles we face, and often overcome. To become more transparent about these things, and to present ourselves as the real people we are.
Along these lines, it seems that there is greater communication happening, on both a personal and societal level. People are requiring “occupations” everywhere, both actual and metaphorical. This lends itself to an overal demand for greater presence and awareness, to show up in the places that matter, and to not let the dirt be swept under the rug. No matter if its the dirt of a relationship, a small farm, or an office building on wall street.
In this movement, what can we, as small start-up organic farmers ask for? We can only hope that people continue to occupy their local communities and economies, and that together, we can continue to go deeper to the source of existence as it is happening all around us. That we come to understand our own bodies and our essential needs as living organisms, and as breathing spirits. That we can begin to understand our local food, who grows it and how, where our meat is raised and slaughtered, where our eggs come from and the names of all the caretakers that make our existence possible.
 
In other recent news, the snow was pretty devastating, despite its pristine beauty. We harvested a HUGE order just as it was falling. We were soaked to the bone, with bare frozen fingers, sweeping the wet snow off our radishes so we could harvest them before they were lost under a foot of snow. It was crazy! The next day, thinking we were saving our young plants, we shoveled (and also rolled) the snow off of the remaining beds. This turned out to be a mistake, as the snow was acutally insulating them, and the frost got most of our beets and greens and other roots.  In other concerns, we are also wondering if our black lab Raleigh is having puppies? and wondering if either of us have the subtle and dreaded Lyme disease. Still writing grants and making budgets and editing business plans. Still researching greenhouses, and compost-powered heating systems. Still pickling things: beets and radishes. And making delicious husk-cherry jam. We are busy and productive and it feels good to write it down here, or else I might not get to feel this sense of accomplishment!  Will include snow-photos and other miscellany soon! For now, enjoy your own journey into winter and we’ll see you around here again.  

 

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