It’s morning at the farm and the spring air is airish. Precipitation is so fine that it seems to hang there, not falling, just wet. Last night’s rain left shallow puddles that reflect the gray skies above. Task of the morning: move a mountain. In reality it’s a heap, but if you crouch down and […]
As the bee collects nectar and flies away without damaging the flower or its colour or its scent, so also, let the bhikkhu (monk) dwell and act in the village… (Dhammapada Verse 49) One bright, warm day last early June, I hurriedly made the rounds at the farm. As I walked toward the tool shed […]
We Chicagoans love to complain about the Winter. Each year we are incensed, outraged even, that we are subjected to such injustice. “It took me an hour to get to work”, we say. We threaten relocations to such exotic locals as Portland, but we never go. We can continue to complain year after year, or […]
Dharma On The Farm 