08/16/2026
August is heavy for me. Tasks take a little longer, thoughts become existential, chocolate cake gets made as I dance slowly and carefully to the music in my mind.
School used to be something I could worry about instead. Now I turn to the tasks here at the Meadows and Earth to carry me through the days. Grief is a familiar companion, brought to me early from the stories of a father Iāll never meet.
My friend grief helped me to create this farm from that missing part of me, and I am thankful for that every day. Nature has helped me hold my pain in a way no other can, grief showed me how to place that heaviness into Earthās hands from a young age. Birds visiting my window, walks in the woods, silent tears in the arms of fallen trees.
August is heavy, but the trees dance with me through the tears, and the flowers bring visitors to my windows again. This year the rain is here to bring water to the fields, as if to say ādonāt worry about it this week, Iāll take care of itā. If you ever ask me what this farm or Earth means to me, Iāll immediately become emotional and probably cry. This is why.
Anyways, thereās quite the list of tasks to do, but Iām working on giving myself some slack this next week. Iām off work tomorrow and tuesday (I hardly function those days) and the weather looks like it will be nice and cool compared to what weāve been getting. Hopefully I can let the Earth guide me and chip away at some of those tasks, even if there are tears involved.
My advice for heavy times? Try giving some of it to Earth so you can hold the weight together, it becomes a little less heavy.