Claws Of Time

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soil, I knew that I was not just a farmer, but a guardian, a

led and empowered me, a calling that d

I would pour my heart and soul into this land, that I would

red trust, a sacred bond that connected me to the land, to

ted its bounty, I knew that I was not just a farmer, but a g

and tapestry of existence got lost when I lef

f these nonpluses th

to exist and impress our humanness on the

lustrous field and the attendant beings a

to exist and impress our humanness on the

of intimate engagement with the land had been supp

very being were now foreign to me, replaced by the

lcyon days on the farm, I am struc

cycles and the humble work of sustaining life, that I had tr

ext generation, so that they too may know the sacred trust o

eintegrate the rhythms, rituals, and relationship

e, purpose, and connection that has been er

ng with our agricultural roots is not

a more sustainable, equitable, a

our modern lives, we can reawaken a sense of stewardship