A train rumbles past the train tracks.
I‘m in a field next to it. I wait as our bean planter comes into the field.
It’s dry. Very dry. There is rain in the forecast 5 days away, but with each passing day it keeps getting moved back. We do what we can.
We adapt.
We’re farmers.
We have to work with the nature.
The nature changes too, just like me.
Change is constant. If change wasn’t constant then I couldn’t grow myself. I’m working to grow myself.
Energy is flowing. The next stage on my journey is my energy. I may let it flow. Do I sit in it? Sit with it? Feel it?
Easier said than done.
