Completely bowled over this morning by this Adam. The willingness to live as an “agent of grace.” Yes! Your words inspire me to aspire to this. To abide in the space of unknowing with an open, grateful, and generous heart. Thank you Adam, my heart grew three sizes today ♥️.
Before you know it your heart's not going to fit in your chest! You could start saying, "This heart is offered as a gift to anyone who is disheartened for any reason." Bless you, Heather.
I get it now! Fully. From soil, sunlight, and water comes everything--including the landscape upon which we live and feed. None of these elements pause to consider whether we are worthy. We are provided for regardless (as long as we live in a landscape that *can* provide).
You, the Peasantry School, and the Farm partner with the landscape, becoming a conduit, passing on your cups of sunlight, water, and sun much like neighbors who pass buckets of water down the line to extinguish the fire.
I imagine your farm like a monastery although there are so many differences. But reverence is there, for life. And gratitude. And grace. At least that is what I imagine a monastery to be like.
I don't think you knew this already, but I do sometimes refer to the place, only half-jokingly, as the Farm Monastery. So you were caching the whiff of it all the way down there, Laurie!
Completely bowled over this morning by this Adam. The willingness to live as an “agent of grace.” Yes! Your words inspire me to aspire to this. To abide in the space of unknowing with an open, grateful, and generous heart. Thank you Adam, my heart grew three sizes today ♥️.
Before you know it your heart's not going to fit in your chest! You could start saying, "This heart is offered as a gift to anyone who is disheartened for any reason." Bless you, Heather.
Will! That Photo! The decadence on my screen as I scroll slowly down it... Thank you.
Yes, I know! Will is a friend of Zach and Jo's. There about 4 more I'm keeping in my back pocket for upcoming newsletters.
Beautiful, thank you.
Thank you, Em.
I get it now! Fully. From soil, sunlight, and water comes everything--including the landscape upon which we live and feed. None of these elements pause to consider whether we are worthy. We are provided for regardless (as long as we live in a landscape that *can* provide).
You, the Peasantry School, and the Farm partner with the landscape, becoming a conduit, passing on your cups of sunlight, water, and sun much like neighbors who pass buckets of water down the line to extinguish the fire.
I imagine your farm like a monastery although there are so many differences. But reverence is there, for life. And gratitude. And grace. At least that is what I imagine a monastery to be like.
I don't think you knew this already, but I do sometimes refer to the place, only half-jokingly, as the Farm Monastery. So you were caching the whiff of it all the way down there, Laurie!
No, I hadn’t seen you refer to it that way Adam; those monastery vibes travel far! 😊