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This was from earlier today up at a retreat center in upstate New York where I’ve been for the past ten days.
I know I just stopped posting a couple weeks back
I’m involved in a Contempletive Care for the Dying program through the Rigpa Foundation & it’s been asking for more attention than I had anticipated.
And to prepare for the retreat, was working every day & just became overwhelmed with all the reading & writing & work on top of that.
(A video short of Sara working Conner & Larry, covering up the garlic we just planted.)
So, I’m now considering deferring graduate school until the fall of 2016.
Possibilities: art therapy, chaplaincy, or simply counseling.
For now I want to focus on the program I’m currently in.
I need to allow for a little more room in my life for now,
& to focus on my project for class, sitting practice, staying on top of the reading (which I’m slow at) & writing assignments.
More to come.
Wishing you all good things.
the past two Sunday’s I’ve been away – the Garlic Pull at Sara’s farm, then at a friend’s wedding.
Here’s a tour of the large hoop house where most of the tomatoes are planted.
Feel free to educate me on the proper name for this aromatic stuff of the tomato plant.
I’ll put up another post about the fall planting…
I cut my workday short due to a migraine…
Feeling much better now – more to come.
Yet another tardy post from two Sunday’s ago…
Sara’s garlic pull.
There’s a bit of a walk to get to the field.
First there’s the path which crosses a dry/wet stream…
Up a hillside
There those who “pull” and those who “dig”
I dig. That means I’ve had years of experience wielding a digging fork so as to be less likely to stab the bulb of garlic.
I don’t have a photo of a stab, but if you can imagine gouging a 1/2 inch wide steel tine with the force of a human leg behind it pushing through soil & scraping into the tender flesh of a below ground vegetable, well, you get the picture.
Those that dig, loosen the soil below & around each head of garlic with a 4-tine digging fork. Methodically moving down each row.
The ones who pull, grab low on the stem to unearth the garlic intact.
The soil is brushed from the roots & bulb, then laying it (gently) in piles.
These will be hung over nails high in the barn to dry.
This is the river of bundled garlic awaiting Sara & two of her horses pulling the wagon.
Here they come!
I mostly was taking many videos at this point of the day – but I didn’t ask everyone for their blessing to be posted on the blog, so my apologies for the choppy sequence.
Once the cart was loaded to capacity, Sara drives Connor & Larry down a lane then up the road to where the garlic is hung at the barn near the house.
And it was with Sara’s blessing that I stayed and simply sat in the field & enjoyed just being there, taking in the sounds.
I felt fatigued from the long day of physical work out in the sun, and I felt happy & proud & grateful to be a part of this yearly ritual & especially, with the awareness that this garlic allowed the horses to have hay in the winter & Sara’s daughter to go to college… Well, I felt content in a deep way.