A Self-Sustaining Safe Haven

For a minimal expenditure and an hour or so of effort night and morning, the farm gained a steady, dependable income. All this conformed to the ideal of my grandfather’s generation of farmers, which was to ‘sell something every week’ — a maxim...

Joy Ike In Concert On The Farm

The first time I heard Joy Ike sing, it was as if strong, invisible hands had lifted something heavy from my shoulders.  That’s how I knew her music was powerful. Our mutual friend Ken Mueller introduced me to Joy’s music when she was going to be in his...

Abundance in the Throes of Summer

Just a little of the abundance thriving in this place today: Yesterday, 12 writers drove away and left the blessing of their presence here.  I can still feel it, even through my fatigue.  (You can read more about the Writer’s Retreat here.) This morning, I...

Farming in the Blue Ridge

When people use the word “farm,” images of John Deere tractors often come to mind.*  People picture wide fields of crops.    But here in the Blue Ridge, the tradition of farming is linked to the tradition of the mountains – to smaller fields, herds,...