November has come with it’s falling leaves, pushing the urgency of winter readying upon me, which means planting and mulching the garlic, putting the garden to bed, closing in the farm store we’re building, gathering wood. The north winds that blow over the land tug at the internal excess, too, loudly reminding me it’s time to strip down, let go, enter the sparse serenity of winter open and clear.
It happens every year, and still it feels like a bit of a crisis, this purging of all that does not serve me. Paring down is both the struggle and the gift of entering winter.
If this is getting too ethereal, let me put it this way: running a farm, raising a toddler, and constructing a building while I do my best to carve out an hour in the morning to write has got me overloaded. It’s time to let something go.
When I began this blog six years ago, it was a way to share my travels to New Zealand and Tasmania. Over the years it’s evolved through different names and the different focuses of travel, farming, and family. Lately, I’ve been feeling somewhat ambiguous about the blog, unsure of what kind of space it wants to be, and so I’ve let that question ruminate as I work on other projects.
After a few months of chewing it over, I’ve decided to step away from this space to put my creative energy into those other projects I’m excited about.
I’ll post about them as they come more into being, and I’ll continue to link to published essays and guest blog posts on the Writing section of this site. And every once in a while, a blog post may appear here again.
Thank you for reading all these years. The encouragement and support I’ve received from so many of you makes my heart light.