October – Our Deep Exhale Of The Year.
As October arrives, I have been truly reflecting on this garden season and realizing I am starting to process some of the pandemic. Every October we go through a chance to do this and last year I had no grounds or ability to assess myself well enough. I was nearly 1 year into being a mom of 2 and it happened in the heart of a life-altering global pandemic, right before an important election, and just 2 months before the great conjunction. Everything felt like it was spinning. How could I grab hold of anything in myself? Back then I thought I was, but in reflection, I was just holding by a string. Last year I wandered the vio777 rows of my garden in October and was deeply sad, knowing the one thing that had carried me through the pandemic was leaving me. I both was ready for the space to rest but also deeply grieving her passing on. Every night I would hold that little baby and wander the rows. We would say goodnight to the lettuce and the tomatoes and to the cos...
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