I loved the quotation from Fabre that appeared at the beginning of your email today. “History celebrates the battlefields whereon we meet our death, but scorns to speak of the plowed fields whereby we thrive. It knows the names of the king’s bastards but cannot tell us the origin of wheat. This is the way of human folly.”
That cul-de-sac you've been looping around in - I know it well because I've been there (or am there) too. I was thinking back to when my current ennui with my work and desire to grow started and it was with the class I took with you in October. It was inspiring and, like the ephemeral quality of those winter-time feelings you describe, it stirred something up in me at just the right time and I haven't been the same since. Where does our work take us? Who knows, but you do open doors with the work you do. I can say that so much of what you talked about over those two days when I was in the same room as you: the quality of grains, how they are grown, stored, and milled, really stuck with me and elucidated a set of feelings I haven't quite been able to put a finger on before. Thank you for the inspiration...who knows where we will go with what we know and feel...
I loved the quotation from Fabre that appeared at the beginning of your email today. “History celebrates the battlefields whereon we meet our death, but scorns to speak of the plowed fields whereby we thrive. It knows the names of the king’s bastards but cannot tell us the origin of wheat. This is the way of human folly.”
Thank you Rick
That cul-de-sac you've been looping around in - I know it well because I've been there (or am there) too. I was thinking back to when my current ennui with my work and desire to grow started and it was with the class I took with you in October. It was inspiring and, like the ephemeral quality of those winter-time feelings you describe, it stirred something up in me at just the right time and I haven't been the same since. Where does our work take us? Who knows, but you do open doors with the work you do. I can say that so much of what you talked about over those two days when I was in the same room as you: the quality of grains, how they are grown, stored, and milled, really stuck with me and elucidated a set of feelings I haven't quite been able to put a finger on before. Thank you for the inspiration...who knows where we will go with what we know and feel...
Thank you so much Emily, great to hear from you
gorgeous.
and my world is bigger now that your'e in in!
Thank you Betsy!
I love the way you write. It always makes me feel something.
Thank you very much John