Monthly Archives: March 2014

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Ranch 5: Literature, LEGOs, and Life

Work is still slow, but I feel guilty about not doing something more.  The stories of past garden employees are filled with “she was a work horse” and “he didn’t leave a single foot of empty land in the greenhouses.”  … Continue reading

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Ranch 4: Questions

A few entries ago I questioned why I was here. Why I am here. Why I will be here, for the foreseeable future. I know why I’m here.  I’m here to learn and experience and grow.  But what knowledge – … Continue reading

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Ranch 3: Greenhouses

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written 15 March 2014 at 1130 in the Greenhouse, listening to: Wait Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me! I spend the morning weeding, digging, and tending to my veggie beds – right now majorly in the Greenhouse, a large … Continue reading

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My Freedom in SnowHill

My freedom is constrained to the vast area held within these few carpeted walls.  While my mind is very much free – it has little impact not generated from my own musings – my physical entity is restricted to the … Continue reading

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What Lay Before Him

Prompt from “The Write Now,” a free-writing column in a free Flagstaff-area newsletter: He couldn’t believe what lay on the sidewalk before him . . . (include three colors; write no more than the lines provided) He couldn’t believe what … Continue reading

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Ranch Journal 2: Ethics Reflection

written 14 March 2014 I just learned (through hearsay: a rumor) that right after I left my last farm, my work partner there also quit, via text, a few days later. As I grow and move through this early stage … Continue reading

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Sad Days at Snowhill

On these sadder days, the days with more clouds than birds, the large oak tree outside my window comes into focus.  The tremendous trunk rises nearly five feet from the ground before splitting into two trunks; from there, the branches … Continue reading

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Ranch Journal 1: Presence and Future

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Why am I here? Really – I’ve asked this question so many times in so many places with so many people – but the question really does remain the same. Why am I on this ranch, in the greenhouses? Why … Continue reading

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Being Here at Snowhill

It’s a mystery to why I’m here. I was sent here by a compatriot, a fellow human, but for what reason?  Not simply to get me out of his life – he could’ve just killed me for that, despite even … Continue reading

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Fourth Train Journal

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It’s been a year, but little has changed – much less than the changes seen to College Park between May and November of last year, the months I was a backcountry steward (assistant forest ranger) in the Eastern High Peaks … Continue reading