When Final Days Become First Days

I can see it, a red leaf tucked amongst the swiss chard in the garden, a thinness appearing amongst the overgrowth beyond the pasture, openings in the underbrush of the woods as the green slips away to show the woody brown again.  Fall is coming.  My favorite season...

Prayers on Wings and Hoofs and Paws

Ferguson, Missourri. Gaza and Israel. Iraq. Robin Williams’ suicide.  So much sadness.  So much injustice.  So much right and righteous anger. I feel both guilty and grateful for this refuge just now. The guilt comes from some sense – perhaps misguided but...

Working and Rooting

On our dining room table, a tiny candle is flickering, giving this quiet, foggy morning a dance of grace, much needed for my weary self.  We’ve had a busy weekend – guests here on the farm and a concert with the amazing Joy Ike and her sister Peace at my...

The Value of Cleaning Up Poo

Right now, I am sweaty, probably smelly (although I’m not sure I smell myself yet), and gross.  Chicken coop gross. . . and I feel wonderful. I just cleaned up the pine shavings in the coop, scrubbed the waterers and gave the gals and Xander fresh water, and...