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Change is hard; especially when it is something that you do not want; especially when it is something that feels like it sets you moving backward in life; especially when it seems to pull you away from your dreams - or sweeps the dream you are living from beneath your feet.
Change can fall into your lap, be pulled into your life by others, or be chosen on a whim. Sometimes change is the result of following intuition, yet not having a clear understanding why.
Change can steal your identity, your sense of purpose, your direction, who you feel you are at your very core. It can cause you to look at life through a different lens.
Change can be heart wrenching. It can hurt at depths rarely touched. It can challenge you in ways you never thought imaginable. Change can grab you by the shoulders, make you stare her in the eye, and force you to search yourself for strength and courage you didn’t know you had. Change makes you dig into parts of yourself that you’d rather not touch.
Change can lead to confusion, anger, and resistance. You can dig your heels in, harden your heart, and build walls of protection. You can try your damnedest to refuse the inevitable, to insist that it should not happen, to be rigid and unmoving.
Or you can soften. You can throw yourself to it. You can open with trust that there is something greater at work. You can look around and see that beauty often grows from extremes, that comfort must be tested, that we sometimes step backward to move forward, and that when the flames of change engulf us, there is beauty in their wake.
If we surrender, loosen our grip on fate, give ourselves to the winds of change, let it shake and toss us about, we will often find clarity on the other side. With time the story of our fate reveals itself.
When the tapestry of your life seems to be unraveling thread by thread. When it is frayed and brittle or tangled in knots, remember that through this undoing that which remains grows stronger. The weak spots will be rewoven into a new tapestry, a new story, a new beginning. The mended fabric will hold the story of the past and the threads of the future. And with this careful attention and trust in the strength of the warp, the soul of your fabric, you will find yourself stronger on the other side of change.
And it is this place that I currently find myself, in the midst of change, on the other side of resistance, open to what will be revealed in its wake. Shifts are dancing about. And though, at first, I refused to open to them, I now find their necessity in my life and the gifts that they have to offer. What a lesson of surrendering and trusting in the flow of life, in myself, and in those I love.
This Week On The Farm
Tarps in the field were pulled back and the first seed sown outside of the tunnels
Stormy Star calved and we are rich with milk (a story to come )
It rained A LOT, so we caught up on school and inside things
Local Friends, you will find us, after a 4 year break, back at the Bloomington Community Farmer’s Market! Remember it starts at 8am!
We have an incredible harvest to share. On the table you will find lettuce mix, arugula, greens mix, spinach, radishes, carrots, maybe some wee salad turnips, frozen tomatoes, and some herb starts that want to move to your garden!
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