Just in case you haven't seen this beautiful monarch chrysalis, here it is just before it emerges for it's long flight to Mexico
It’s only October, but the change of seasons is bringing some sense of hope that just moving forward will bring a beneficial change. This year has felt like one large American Ninja challenge and our metaphorical arms are getting tired of holding the weight of everything. We’re exhausted. Little things require vast effort. We keep putting one foot in front of the other as if we’re sure there’s some sort of unseen destination that lay ahead. Mondays come, we stumble through tasks, Tuesdays are a long day and suddenly Wednesday market/delivery day is here. Wednesday again ends late and then it’s Thursday. What are we doing on Thursday? Oh yeah, more stumbling through tasks and then it’s Friday harvest and pack day which runs directly into Saturday the 3:45am long day, and too soon comes the end of Sunday-the relax day. Rinse, repeat. One foot in front of the other. Carrying the weight of the world and trying to survive in our little corner of it. Routine and repeat. We’ll keep going through the motions with blind faith that there is an end coupled with a new beginning. We’re in a holding pattern. And it’s you (and your bellies) that keep us going.