No column this week, folks. I wrote one. Well, most of one, but it just doesn’t feel right to try to cage what’s afoot right now in words. The action isn’t happening on the linguistic level. That’s where the distractions are- the politics, the Oscars, the facebook drama, the everyday neurosis of explanations. Little nets trapping the mind. The current is taking us somewhere. Let it.
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You hit the spot again Austin! We are living the farming life in the country. We have seen champion stock struggle and live – and others have died in our arms. We are watching the land struggle to come to life in with the whisper of Spring that creeps in through the trees.
Changes are coming ~ it is felt in the red dirt beneath our feet and in the winds that rush through the fields. But the change is life! Birthing pains and grief go hand in hand with the joy!