Love love love this so much Jenn. I am constantly in awe with the simple observances that feel like the most poignant and incredible lessons. Than you for sharing it all! Big Love!
Hi Lynn, so good to hear from you and hear that you are loving the writing! Thank you!
We ARE moving to a new farm...
I'm not sure if you have gotten wind of our podcast yet but we explain it all there! There is a set of three episode where we explain all that is happening!
The place that we humans often find ourselves dwelling in ... the future.. reminding us of the past of what was and the potential of what's to come, especially the unknown future experience we haven't experienced in the past ... creating little room for the present of what actually is. What funny beings we are. I find myself often envious of my cats as they live fully immersed in the present. Just watching them, their ears in particular, minutely shifting their angle to the most significant sounds fully aware of everything around them. They make me ache they live so much in the present. Not even with years of mastering meditation. But you, like my cats, make it easy as I know it to be ... "I was just eating apples, in a very old orchard with some good friends." Thank you, again, for a beautiful essay~
So true eh? Our cats as well - fully in the moment. I think that’s why we got so lost in watching them. Thank you for reading and commenting my love. It means the world!
I respect the honesty you inhabit when you write. I can believe your words and so I trust them. Keep showing us new ways to stretch and create and find beauty on the knife-thin edge.
I had just come back from walking in your woods and losing myself picking up coloured stones so that I came out not onto the path I expected but onto the road and so I got to re enter the farm, which meant I passed the eat heal farm sign and thought how healed I already felt without noticing.
I waved to the herd .
I came into the casita eager for its cool and the sweet blue of the coffee pot fridge and type writer.
And on the sea grey floor I saw drops of water. Odd.
I looked up to the solid pine roof- tight as a drum. I wondered at the droplets, felt o ne with my toe and wondered if there was a rainfall just in here with me. Because anything can happen here.
I think they were just the condensation from my water bottle but I decided to go with my own rainfall.
I picked up my phone - a delay tactic before returning to my novel - and read your post and around me felt my rain clouds shift .
I didn’t know Annie’s stroke was so recent and yes I felt the strange shifting proximities of nearly life and nearly death more and the odd equilibrium of it.
I am seeing her sweet dog face as I write this and I hear you as you stand on the precipice of the moment just before the moment that changes everything.
I come from theatre, from rehearsals, and i just discovered the word rehearsal comes
From the French word herce meaning a wooden plough. Herce became rehercier as a field must be ploughed more than once. Popping into Middle English its meaning evolved to repeat.
Rehearse- To rehearse a scene, it is the chance to prepare for something coming, or/and the chance to rewind time and try it again, try it different.
I’m in the rain cloud casita playing with time and feeling the tip and balance of it in your words.
I love that you ended with the apples, the sun drying outfit and the baskets at your waists slowly filling with fruit
I got to tell you this in person but will write it here again just for fun. I think your “comment” could be a piece in and of itself. It’s so wonderfully sensual, “the solid pine” and the “blue of the coffee pot”. I am seeing your world even though I also know what your world looks like. And thank you for the bits about rehearsals. I shall be taking that with me!
Love love love this so much Jenn. I am constantly in awe with the simple observances that feel like the most poignant and incredible lessons. Than you for sharing it all! Big Love!
You nailed it. The simplicity that feels so big. Yes, totally agree. Thank you for reading love!
Touching, thoughtful and beautiful writing as always! Might you guys be moving to a new place soon? Maybe closer to Santa Fe?? Do tell….💜
Hi Lynn, so good to hear from you and hear that you are loving the writing! Thank you!
We ARE moving to a new farm...
I'm not sure if you have gotten wind of our podcast yet but we explain it all there! There is a set of three episode where we explain all that is happening!
Here is the first episode: https://open.spotify.com/episode/17vx5XfC2juTJgjVDwHYiB?si=4a3f3c20f63d4817
Your writing takes me into your life in such a deep way Jen. How you share the depth of your seeing, your feeling, your knowing, your not knowing...
And such a sweet coincidence that Heathar will dish marscapone on your peaces...your deep intuition is always at work. Much love
Aw Harmony. I love hearing your responses to these essays. They mean so much to me. Thank you for witnessing me in this depth!
Awww...you are so easy to support! And...
You do see that you accidentally said peaces instead of peaches, right? Such poetry ♥
Thank you for that! Just changed the spelling in the post :)
The place that we humans often find ourselves dwelling in ... the future.. reminding us of the past of what was and the potential of what's to come, especially the unknown future experience we haven't experienced in the past ... creating little room for the present of what actually is. What funny beings we are. I find myself often envious of my cats as they live fully immersed in the present. Just watching them, their ears in particular, minutely shifting their angle to the most significant sounds fully aware of everything around them. They make me ache they live so much in the present. Not even with years of mastering meditation. But you, like my cats, make it easy as I know it to be ... "I was just eating apples, in a very old orchard with some good friends." Thank you, again, for a beautiful essay~
So true eh? Our cats as well - fully in the moment. I think that’s why we got so lost in watching them. Thank you for reading and commenting my love. It means the world!
I respect the honesty you inhabit when you write. I can believe your words and so I trust them. Keep showing us new ways to stretch and create and find beauty on the knife-thin edge.
The knife-thin edge. Love that image mom. Thank you for believing in my words. I love you!
so beautiful...made me cry
so glad it touched you!
Sorry Alice, not Annie but I guess she is in my head today too.
I had just come back from walking in your woods and losing myself picking up coloured stones so that I came out not onto the path I expected but onto the road and so I got to re enter the farm, which meant I passed the eat heal farm sign and thought how healed I already felt without noticing.
I waved to the herd .
I came into the casita eager for its cool and the sweet blue of the coffee pot fridge and type writer.
And on the sea grey floor I saw drops of water. Odd.
I looked up to the solid pine roof- tight as a drum. I wondered at the droplets, felt o ne with my toe and wondered if there was a rainfall just in here with me. Because anything can happen here.
I think they were just the condensation from my water bottle but I decided to go with my own rainfall.
I picked up my phone - a delay tactic before returning to my novel - and read your post and around me felt my rain clouds shift .
I didn’t know Annie’s stroke was so recent and yes I felt the strange shifting proximities of nearly life and nearly death more and the odd equilibrium of it.
I am seeing her sweet dog face as I write this and I hear you as you stand on the precipice of the moment just before the moment that changes everything.
I come from theatre, from rehearsals, and i just discovered the word rehearsal comes
From the French word herce meaning a wooden plough. Herce became rehercier as a field must be ploughed more than once. Popping into Middle English its meaning evolved to repeat.
Rehearse- To rehearse a scene, it is the chance to prepare for something coming, or/and the chance to rewind time and try it again, try it different.
I’m in the rain cloud casita playing with time and feeling the tip and balance of it in your words.
I love that you ended with the apples, the sun drying outfit and the baskets at your waists slowly filling with fruit
I got to tell you this in person but will write it here again just for fun. I think your “comment” could be a piece in and of itself. It’s so wonderfully sensual, “the solid pine” and the “blue of the coffee pot”. I am seeing your world even though I also know what your world looks like. And thank you for the bits about rehearsals. I shall be taking that with me!
I love that you love it!