Not too long ago I read a story of the third-century monk St. Antony of the Desert.  It related him as being approached by a philosopher and apparently probed about the abilities to live in such baroness, and more so without books.  How could one grow and expand without these needed works of knowledge?

Names must be the one or two words that carry more weight than any other words we use. My guess is that this is as universal as the emotion of love.

With many years of horticultural experience, with lots of theological debates, with a hand full of applicable classes I have clearly identified the fruit from the Tree of Life.

We have become a rather mobile species, exponentially really. With each invent of mobility time decreases while the expansion of distance increases.

The landscape come March is a great blank paper where for the recent three months we have watched the unfolding of a vast mosaic cast with blankets of colors.  The ebb and flow of nature’s art shifting from early, to mid, to late spring translucently flooding into summer.

The sea through complexity and multidimensionality transform the serpentine top of a wave into a rhythm of seas snaking under us.  Shapes that don’t sit still but that lift us and drop us.  Beyond three-dimension into the fourth dimension of time, where shape and views change with every cloud above our head and puff that tickles the surface, dancing away in dendritic wrinkles on a smooth waters top.

Results can’t be measured on a spreadsheet but only in a smile. Life doesn’t exist to support work but work exists to support life. Living is the priority.

I work in the Department of Agriculture at a university with a large farm and dairy.  We also happen to be located in a county with agricultural land use well over 50%.  Much of the county borders rivers, lakes and streams.  So much so that the word I hear is, “no body of water is more then a mile apart.”

I sail inside my home, door crashing as the starving turmoil of air and rain thrash my family’s small abode. Outside the trees slowly moan, harmonizing with the whistling wind that spins, nipping at the cottage walls.

Reflections are simply a way of laying all the facts on the table, organizing those learning pieces, there by firming up the impact on our cognition, and then applying the lessons to our work/life process.  Verbalizing this allows us to back track the trail of experiences, redefine or affirm our acceptance of the learning journey and visualize exactly what we are and where we are headed. 

The experience will last forever. Nobody needs to dust it and we don’t have to pack it the next time we move, because it lives in us. Experiences mark milestones in our lives unlike anything else.

We straddle time with the full moon holding hostage our need to celebrate change. Great human events are determined by such things that now seemingly stand still.

Education and access directly correlate to that 147 billion dollar price tag on obesity.  I assured them that our program is combatting these same issues with wisely placed government money.

I did a little research. According to Foodspin, who ranked the top 47 Halloween candies, Candy corn, to my great delight, ranked 47th, just under 46th- being hit by a car and 45th- A fistful of hair.