I am blessed to be able to do things like travel with students to an organic farm in Pauma Valley, California. We just finished our first full day, and I should be sleeping. Instead, here is my “report” from the field.
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On a farm you wake up early and go to sleep early.
The sun pulls you along her own low and high tides,
and sends a cool blanket to cover you after she has left for the day.
Tonight even the crickets and the coyotes are quiet.Where every meal is a miracle,
where guitar and voice and Sufi poetry mingle,
where the earth is both firm and giving beneath your bare feet.
Where there is silver in the dirt,
and a river below the surface.Where the water begins.
We sit among stinging nettle,
weeding carrots and speaking of dreams.
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