here I sit. Hiding in the office of the Unicorn, the cafe which is as home to me as anywhere else. Needing my me time. my aloned-ness. so tired. beat beat beat. beat. beat. beet (!). tired in the way where my body feels like it shivering, and eyes see cloudy and throat is dry- a little sore- probably just a depleted immune system- nothing I can’t cure with some rest, garlic, chiles, peppermint ‘tea’ and chocolate.
mmm.
last night I went to bed around 9:30 p.m. to wake at 1:15 a.m. To ready myself for a week and a half away from the farm. for city, and friends and commotion and the wedding of May and Dan (this is a whole nother blog entry). I worked all morning until around 1 p.m. at the farmer’s market !! I. love. food. especially food that I have nourished and tended and harvested and prepared sell and or eat. mmm. totes arugula in my belly.
what a journey it is. what a as full as it is experience it is to go on this journey. the excitement I feel as I walk down the lane to wait for the big truck to pull up and to hop in and talk to Henry in the quiet of the night. There was a thick fog this morning. I felt fearful as we mucked through it. or trucked through it. “what if?”
from harvest through market is a marathon. or maybe harvest is a sort of race. a long long race. there’s lots of time to go through lots of stuff. body stuff. mental stuff. and then to the market. once the race is over, but I can’t go home till I clean up all the cups left on the ground and get my medal. sometime a giddy game. challenging. enlivening. exhilerating. exhausting.
mmm…how powerful is this exhaustion. how I sink into this chair I sit on. as solid as it is, it absorbs my weight. I smile too because there is a heady lightness that balances the heavy … heaviness.
and I’ve got these awesome friends. I am so lucky.
Beky,awesome way of describing your feelings. Keep on posting….