“Weeding is not a duty; it’s a way of life–a practice, like meditation. If you have a goal in a garden, you’re doomed.”
I just finished reading Trauma Farm: A Rebel History of Rural Life by Brian Brett. Excellent, excellent book. I couldn’t put it down. I highly recommend–actually, insist on it–to anyone who agrees with any of the following statments:
I am scared about where humankind is headed. I believe that to either create or produce something is at the heart of being human. I know that I cannot change the world, but I want to be empowered to make changes, even if small, in my world. I marvel at the breadth and mystery of life, and believe that the acceptance of mystery without the need for explanation is the definition of faith. Sometimes I feel that the world is hurtling onward faster and faster, and I want off the train. In one minute I can be nearly in tears at the devastation that humankind has left in its wake, and in the next I can be in near ecstasy at the pure simplicity of a moment in nature–not doing, just being.