A July unraveling

I came unraveled this afternoon, and it felt good. There was much to do but I stood in the garden and, for a while, ignored the weeds to instead watch the corn grow.
 
My eyes closed as I turned my face to the sky and extend my arms into a sun-soaked form of a cross. The spinning world’s many hands were reaching for me, fingers slightly out-of-reach or only brushing gently against my fingertips.
 
A turn at any degree would allow me to choose the direction I wanted to go; which of the world’s hands I wanted to accept.
 
Such unraveling can only happen on such a perfectly moderate July day. Other days’ cold makes me draw tightly to preserve warmth; other days’ heat makes me draw tightly to remain cool.
 
This day’s unraveling allowed me to have it all, while allowing me to have none.

— Scott Schultz

Finding self on the soil

The rural countryside and its people offer much to us. The greatest of those things, if we seek it and allow it, is finding who we are and what our places are on the land.

Let’s explore the countryside together; let’s use the soil to teach more about who we are and what we’re about. We’ll even have some fun along the way.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton