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  • Lucila

    The New Year

    Just a few more days until the end of this calendar year. I hear my heart say “Stillness. Silence. Sleep.” I hear my heart say+…

  • Days Empty as Fields

    These days are empty as the fields. Many of our staff take this time close to the Winter Solstice to visit family and friends, to+…

  • Rooting Season

    I’m an early riser now. I wasn’t always. The later I stayed up the more alive I felt. My inner fire aroused, delirious, I worked+…

  • Light With Peace

    I am not my stuff. Especially as we edge toward the holidays when the glut of stuff will increase. I am not my stuff; I+…

  • Peace and Light

    Beautiful. Luxuriant. Plump. Juicy. Heady. Sweet and Succulent Taste. Titillating. Provoking. Intoxicating. Vigorous. Shiny. Tight. Taut. Meaty. Wanton. Wild. Loose heads. Tender and Creamy. Prolific+…

  • Neither Summer nor Winter. Neither yet Both.

    In the chilly dark morning, Robin and I turned to each other and asked….When did it become Mid-Autumn? When did it become Mid-Autumn? October swirled+…

  • hawk

    Autumn Arrives

    I think Autumn may have finally arrived. The last few days have felt brisk in the morning and in the evening. The day barely warms+…

  • Ready to Receive You

    The fields are quiet today. No tractor work. Miguel our irrigator, zooms around the fields stopping water leaks. Our four farmers huddle under a rubber+…

  • Uncover the New

    I rarely go to Kiki Town anymore since we decided to close the farm. Even though we have added new partners to Suzie’s Farm and+…

  • Find Life and Live

    Wednesday. Hot. The Santa Ana’s concuss. Teeny tiny insects inhabit the eaten seed. The plant is dry. The husk is dry. The seeds are dry.+…

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