Did I write yesterday that I have an endless amount of strength? Who was I kidding??? Myself, apparently!!!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Wednesday, March 31 - Hitting a wall
Did I write yesterday that I have an endless amount of strength? Who was I kidding??? Myself, apparently!!!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Tuesday, March 30 - A hard day's work
Monday, March 29 - This is also what I am here for
Monday, March 22, 2010
Monday, March 22 - It's finally Monday!
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sunday, March 21 - The Meltdown
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Saturday, March 20 - Snow Day!!!
Friday, March 19, 2010
Friday, March 19 - A deeply satisfying day
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, March 18 - Joys and Pains
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Wednesday, March 17 - Venturing outside
It was pitch dark when we left and when we reached the first town blocks I realized that I hadn’t seen that many lights in over a week!
We arrived on site after a 3-hour drive and I took the opportunity to answer my emails, update my blog, etc. This afternoon, I will slip away to visit Rocheport, Missouri, a quaint and historic town on the shores of the Missouri River. Freedom!!!
Tuesday, March 16 - Me against the Machine
Today, I asked Robin to show me how to use a chainsaw. I think that because of my tendency to be a squirrel, I love cutting and storing wood. I wanted to find out if my fears of the saw going out of control, of the chain coming off while on were founded. Fortunately, Robin’s chainsaw is a fairly small one. When I eventually had my hands on it and began to cut logs, I was fully aware that it was a dangerous tool and realized that only a full-body mesh armor would make me feel safer. The painful back pain I quickly developed from handling that beast convinced me to go back to a manual saw and leave the big logs to strong and experienced Kansans, i.e., guys.
Friday, March 12 - Crepes in Kansas
Besides being a farmer, Robin is an energy healer and has invited her long-time teacher and friend, Helen, to conduct a workshop on inner guidance this weekend. Ken, one of the participants has arrived early and is staying for the weekend. The four of us had so much fun cooking together in the barn and flipping gluten-free crepes. Before long, I felt like I was among old friends and I decided to take the workshop as I have a sense that it might be helpful for me.
Thursday, March 11 - First encounter with wild life
That is, dead wild life.
I started tilling a future flower bed and noticed some hair in the dirt. I dug further, aware that I wasn't ready to find something nasty on my second day on the farm... The buried 'thing' seemed to be pretty large and I just left it alone until Robin came back from her errands in town. She dug out a deer pelt and told me that hunters usually skin and bone their kill on site, taking only the meat with them (and apparently the head?) and leave the rest in nature. Alie, the dog, must have found and brought his trophy home. My first time throwing a deer pelt in the trash!
Wednesday, March 10 - Discovering my new workplace
The garden needs a lot of TLC before anything can be planted. With the dog, Alie, foraging the nearby bushes, I choose a starting point and begin to weed. As Robin shows me the different areas of her domain, including the empty chicken coop and the green house, I learn that when gardening, it is sometimes better to not clean up places too well as dead leaves and hay protect growing flowers from unexpected frosts. Well, I'll have to learn not to make everything perfect.
After working for a couple hours, I retreat to the barn where the woodstove is warmly welcoming me back. I make tea and discover how satisfying it is to drink a hot tea after working hard outside. Tastes even better than my favorite $4.29 Starbucks Chai!
I live alone in the barn while Robin stays in the house next door. We take most of our meals separately but she eats gluten-free and is a great resource for gluten-free products and recipes. I realized quickly that I prefer to keep my cooking simple because it goes with the lifestyle here. That’s a significant shift knowing that I spent the last few months rediscovering the joy of cooking somewhat exotic and elaborate dishes. I am glad to see that I’m able to adapt to my new life pretty smoothly. That was one thing I was curious about: Would I find out that I was really set in my ways and would find it challenging to adapt to farming life? So far, I am finding that I enjoy walking around in the mud in my rain boots and big sweater, making fire in a woodstove, eating canned food (well, for now).
Day 1 - Dorothy, here I come!
After an event-free trip from Boston, I landed in Kansas City's small airport to find my suitcase ripped open on one side. Were there hungry alligators on the flight?! I was ready to plead my case forcefully with AirTran and after showing the damage to the lady behind the counter, she simply said: "I'll tell you what: Let's do a swap. Here is another suitcase. Just put your stuff in it and give me your suitcase." Just like that, I became the unexpected owner of a new Delsey piece of luggage. I like Kansas already!
I met Robin, the owner of the Light Center where I am going to spend a month, on the curb. We had a nice chat and quickly connected by talking about her farm, animals, life, Kansas, etc. After an hour drive, we stopped at the grocery store on the way home. That's when my vision of Kansas started to change: The Community Mercantile (The Merc for short) is an organic grocery store with prices close to regular Boston supermarkets! Another point for Kansas! And the people, customers or clerks, were really laid back and friendly. Starting to wonder why Dorothy wanted to leave!
We arrived at the Light Center after a nice chat in the car and I discovered my kingdom for the next month. A renovated barn with a large living area, an open kitchen, 2 bedrooms, and a wonderful playroom, I mean workshop space, upstairs. The current tenants, 3 cats, allowed me to occupy one bedroom after I fed them and used them to get over my own home cat sickness. So far, no scary 'What have I done?!' reaction... I still invited one of the cats to share my bed though and found out that, just like me, he drools in his sleep...