I do my best praying while harvesting lettuce dragging my knees along the dirt like a pilgrim praying the rosary on the steps of a holy site.
The farm is beautiful right now – I can taste strawberries on everything. Lettuce is peaking up with basil, summer squash and berries soon to follow. The air is filled with heady lilac and sweet peony.
I have been streamlining lately, trimming off those things that take up time I could be giving to others.
Busy, so busy.
My best friend was married last weekend.
My other best friend is moving to the Philippines.
I am graduating in three months.
I think another stage of my life is ending, but I’m not sure what it is – a final farewell to childhood – an awakening to womanhood.
I am pulling out another empty canvas or maybe simply figuring out what to put on the one I have been staring at for the past several months.
I have been praying for clarity, but I realized I don’t need to know what is there. I only need to trust and depend on the one who has a purpose and plan for every step I take.