A Baby in an Igloo...

Sometimes I feel like a baby in an igloo, wondering where I am, in such a foreign territory, cold, drunk, speachless. But my hopes are grand for this new year of two thousand ten. My dreams are even bigger, I don't know where to start, overwhelmed by the pressure to succeed in supporting my lifestyle doing exactly what i want to do and what i think the earth would want me too. I keep telling myself if money and circumstance weren't an issue, i'd be doing exactly what i am.

Preparing a magical concoction of love to pour into the practical mold manifest in lawrence, kansas of all places, The Karlin Family Farm, a shining example local, beyond organic, of learning and demonstration permaculture farm beyond farm, a place to live, to work, to become fulfilled with duty, to provide for ones family, to invest in natural capital, to live self sufficiently, to grow one's food, to share the surplus with one's community. To prove there is another way to do things that there is a beautiful future ahead of us.

This is what I yearn to do and i need your help, support, love, kindness. My new year's resolution is to do one kind thing for someone else during my day, everyday. To check one thing of my list of "to do's" and to do one good thing that feeds my soul, that makes me smile! I hope you do the same, I love you as I love myself, help me find the courage to face all fears and blaze a new trail...