Well we made it through winter, if a little tattered and torn. I am late writing this, winter was tough on me physically and on us as a team, and led into a period of deep soul searching. I have had to reevaluate my capabilities, physical and financial. Lately, I have felt stalled by an overwhelm of having to make some enormous decisions on the direction of my life and work in a time of enormous uncertainty. And I know I’m not the only one.
We live in interesting times. A time of seismic change, unprecedented transfer of wealth and crumbling systems of old. In case anyone hasn’t noticed, farmers are struggling. Caught between a rock and a hard place with rising input costs and unworkable margins, coupled with corporate land grabbing, farmers are, quite literally, being pushed off the land.
And I smell revolution stirring from the dark, fertile soils of decay like the buds of spring, a new story unfurling from the ruin.
I really love Charles Eisenstein’s writing on the crises—and opportun…
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