A few weeks ago I was lucky to attend a women's slow living retreat at a farm retreat center in Maryland. It was two blissful days away from the farm full of journaling, locally sourced meals, thoughtful conversations, and plenty of talk about sustainability. It was forty-ish women from all walks of life, at all different stages in their life journeys. Perhaps my favorite part of the weekend was the conversations we had exploring truth, and that no-one was so sure they were right about anything. We talked about diversity and the privilege of growing up exposed to it. We talked about aligning our values with the choices we make in our every day lives. Vegans, meat eaters, Democrats, Republicans, Christians, Buddhists, corporate women, and farmers alike broke bread and found the human-ness in each other. In that safe space together the labels fell away and we saw each other's hearts. At night we built a fire in the wood stove and one kind soul read Tarot cards for many women in the room. The brave women who had their cards read exposed their souls, their fears, and their hopes to complete strangers and we learned from one another. I came away from that weekend even more determined to tread thoughtfully on this earth.

Autumn is sliding into winter. The leaves are making their way to the ground as the trees prepare to go to sleep until Spring. The fog rolls off the waterfall in the chilly mornings as the first light makes it’s way slower and slower into the day. Frost kisses the last lush green grasses that the cows eagerly munch up, their coats becoming fuzzier by the day. The days are grey and cold, making those rarer sunny days so much more precious. The earth is in a constant state of change and so are we. In that light, some of you noticed that I snuck into my last blog post that I’m moving my farm. Yes, it’s true. Back in the summer time I wrote a blog post about an old farmer who stopped by my farm and we had a wonderful conversation. What I didn’t mention is that at some point in the conversation he offered for me to farm on his farm. The conversation went something like this. After a few hours of talking and sharing some ideas we had for farming such as events and Jersey milk ice cream he asked, “Are you going to do those sorts of things here?”