On Friday, a woman was described to me this way: “She was the kind of person who never turned down an invitation. She said if she did, they might stop asking.” I’ve seen that from both sides. I’ve stopped asking people that continually turn me down. I’ve also been the one to repeatedly turn down…
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We made the paper:)
There were a photographer and reporter visiting Sisters Hill Farm the same week I was there. Here’s the article as it appears this week in the Catholic New York. And yes, that’s me in the picture.
A Memoir of Moving
I was reading a book called When Wanderers Cease to Roam. As a wanderer, I wondered if I’d find some secret to staying put. But it wasn’t that kind of book. It was a woman’s month-by-month collection of watercolors and drawings and written memories of her life abroad and her life in the town where…
On Sharing
Loved this post by my friend Stacey. Well worth the read:) http://runningmonologue.com/2010/07/30/take-another-little-piece-of-my-heart-now-baby.aspx
Geometry and Lettuce
“Don’t you teach math?” Ashley asked. “Yes – but that’s just book smarts. Completely useless in real life,” I said, frustrated at how difficult I was finding it to plant lettuce in a straight line. “It’s Geometry – they do lines in Geometry,” Ashley offered. “Yeah, but my students don’t even have to draw straight…
Pictures from the Farm
So when people heard I’d be volunteering at an organic farm for a week they asked, “So what will you be doing?” And I really wasn’t too sure. “Whatever they need I think – harvesting, weeding, planting…” Turns out I was right! Here’s some pics of what we worked on yesterday:)
Dirt
When’s the last time you got dirty? I mean dirty as in real honest-to-goodness DIRT. Covered in it. Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I was this dirty. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. The cause of all this talk of dirt? Because I was digging red potatoes. Farmer Dave explained that the…
Random Rambling
I lost entirely too much time the other day just wandering around the internet. I really need to get out and wander the world instead, but that’s another story. However, in my wanderings, I came across this. And I thought, “Hmm…I could just chuck it all and go live in western NC for a year…
On Simple Pleasures
“That was the best part of my week here,” said the gentleman walking down the trail with us. I smiled, but didn’t comment as it wasn’t my compliment to take. The compliment was meant for the other two people walking the trail with me: my friend John and his father – who had, just a…
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