After a long and arduous Junior year, the summer is finally upon us and I can actually breathe for the first time since September. Of course, college applications are still to come, but in the mean time, I have (kind of) a two month long rest stop to re-charge and do things I actually want to do and/or care about. Among those things is this blog, but I've also secured an internship at a beautiful organic farm where I'll be working with all things plant related. I know, this is a shocker, especially to myself as I'm a complete city person, but there is something about the rhythmic work that is planting or weeding or harvesting that is incredibly calming, not to mention the physical, tangible ability to see the progress you've made. You put a seed in the ground, it grows. You shovel a pile of dirt, it's gone. It's just so wholly satisfying and zen-like.
Okay, transitioning awkwardly into a topic unrelated to farming, I'm hoping this summer will be a summer of reflection and contemplation. Maybe introspection is the word that would cover all those bases? Regardless, though I know that I've jumped the cliff that marks the end of childhood, I'm still in the falling phase, not yet standing on the stable ground that is true adulthood, though I see it and am plummeting faster and closer each day, to use Nirrimi's beautiful metaphor. This weird chaotic place I'm in, that isn't even really a place at all, has left me reeling to be honest, and left this blog reeling a bit too.
For now, I'll leave you, but I'm finishing up editing some short writing pieces and photographs that should be up soon.
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