Like the golden down on the curve of Her hip,
the Lay of the Land now bristles densely and ripe
with endless fields of grain.
Soon we will be deep in August...
The tide of summer is turning and the harvest is under way.
By now, as in tens of thousands of summers past, the scythe is swung and the stem is severed; some that we may be fed, and some to be put in store that the harvests will continue in summer fields yet unsown.
That work, our work, and your work is part of a continual ritual of the centuries from which we cannot escape, nor should we. Our partner in that process, the Land, has been recognized in many ways through the centuries and there are a number of great sacred symbols of that ancient but continuous relationship to be recognized and carried forward to future generations. That is where we come in, as stewards of that process, the sacred Chain of Tradition must be continued...
So ends the prologue; my
Harvest is the take home.
ReplyDeletewhat's our cut? is sovereignty the principal Market regulator?
We seek acceptance from the world for our work.
understanding the contraction inherent in contract,
It's limitations, it's bonds, internalized in the hope that we can make a living.
spread the seeds!
Bryan