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Whole Love.
This is just too good…
My gold Marigolds attack
My back, a bed of roses
I’m gonna bring my back
With hypnosis
And I know that I won’t be
The easiest to set free
And I know that I won’t been the last
Cold captain tied to the mast
I recall on the telephone
I recall when you get mad
I still love you to death
And I will never forget how
And I know that I won’t be
The easiest to set free
And I know that I won’t been the last
Cold captain tied to the mast
I’m on the other side
I’m satisfied
Oh, I’m a spirit dove
I’m looking for your love
I’m simple as a matter of fact
Punch in the nose, don’t over-react
But I’ll still love you to death
And I won’t ever forget how
And I know that I won’t be
The easiest to set free
And I know that I won’t been the last
Cold captain tied to the mast
And I know that I won’t be the one
To secure that I know when it’s wrong
But I hope I’ll know when it’s passed
And I hope I’ll know when to show you my
Whole love, whole love, whole love, whole love…
Whole love, whole love, whole love, whole…
I’ll never forget how.
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a note from mom.
the littlest reminders mean the most (october 1, 2007)
Hi Jess,
As each day passes and you bring who you are to your new surroundings and you will feel more attached. I hope when you come back that you will bring more of your things there, so you will look around and see yourself as part of the environment. Even cleaning the bathroom or hanging up one of your photos will play a role in that. Enjoy your experience, invite others to share it, but don’t let your experience depend on whether others want to join you or not. You have an opportunity to see what it’s like to live somewhere new. Maybe you will like it or maybe not. Probably you will find a little of both, no place is perfect.
As I rode through Vermont I noticed it was beautiful in its own way, but I live in a place that I consider beautiful too. I grew up in a city, so now I can appreciate that living experience and the one I have now. I prefer the Cape, but that doesn’t mean you have to.
I will return with a map of Montreal in hand so I can feel more comfortable next time, and with a little more time so I won’t be concerned about the long trip home. Take it one step at a time. Change is always uncomfortable, but exciting at the same time.
Love you,
mom
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first day of spring.
all over the world we welcome you, dear friend, with open arms and open hearts.
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a pocket full of rocks.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the sky. Tempestuous winter clouds stretching far across the lonesome shoreline. The north bound breeze began to lead the clouds in a dance, across the wintery sky, where they became wispy and broke free to reveal the blue expanse beneath. As I watched the change of shapes, colors and textures happening above me – e v e r y p a s s i n g m i n u t e – I was entranced.
I was reminded to slow down. To stop and see the colors below my feet. To pick up a rock, to say a blessing and to toss that rock right along with the breeze into the salty seas. To let go of the things I’m ready to let go of. To take the time to take time because it’s the only time I’ve got. And life is just too good to sit back and wait for something to happen. You have to make it happen. You just have to do it.
Sometimes, a pocketful of rocks, a canopy of ever changing clouds, the touch of wintery sunshine and the rippling tide rolling in, can be enough to change your perspective (one in which you’ve been struggling with for a lifetime). To begin a conversation with yourself that you’re finally ready to have. And it feels good. Really f***ing good.
And in the distance the clouds part – blue skies and billowy white clouds to the west and pockets of glorious sunshine and golden sand to the east. Reminding me that this too will change but change is hopeful and hopeful is full of endless possibilities.
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fields of dreams…
In this month’s Cape Cod View there is a wonderful article written by Susan Harrison Wolffis about the heritage of farming on Cape Cod which I was so thoughtfully asked to be a part of. It means a lot to me as I admire everyone else featured in the article, especially my favorite lady farmer, Ms. Jean Iversen. I hope you enjoy!
To read: If you click on the image it will open it in a new window where you can click on the image again to make it larger. Anyone who would like it emailed to them let me know. It’s also available on newsstands now.
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The Agrarian Renaissance
Meet Farmstead Meatsmith…
(click on the video so you can watch it in full size)
“We are your local butcher. We hold history and tradition in the highest reverence. We believe in methods, that are infinitely replicable, by generations of practice. We process animals with our hands and offer our gratitude to the sacrifice of their lives. We believe that slaughter is a gift of plenty to be celebrated and shared. We believe that food cookery is inseparable from sound slaughter practices and that every part of an animal is delicious. We believe in the power of aesthetics, that beauty is the most potent tool in the lexicon of inspiration. And we believe in the powers of camaraderie, community, and solidarity.”
Keep it up friends. You are making the kind of difference that inspires many generations. It certainly gets me pumped about my tiny little contribution to the agrarian renaissance happening and I’m proud to be a part of it. It’s that kind of reminder the feeds every part of us. So, thank you again for doing what you do (and doing it really well).
Check out and get inspired by what they’re up to at, farmsteadmeatsmith.com & their media counterpart, farmrun.com.
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And all in war with Time for love of you..
Sonnet 15
When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment;
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows,
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check’d even by the selfsame sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at heights decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And, all in war with Time, for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
– Shakespeare
Photo of Nauset Light Beach Before Sunrise by Rory Magnus
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