Sally Voris
Dancing with the Earth
Most people don't know that a living land breathes; it exhales as the sun rises; it inhales as the sun sets. The corona virus has hammered us with this lesson: no breathing; no life. It is as true for land as it is for people. Good soil breathes: it has good heart; good heart is the gift a farmer gives to her land.
“We are faced . . .
What We Harvest
“I didn't think you would be out in the garden today as windy and cold as it is,” my friend said as she stood close to the farmhouse last Friday. She had come to pick up fabric to make cloth bags to use in our deliveries.
I came striding across the lawn, dressed in ski pants, winter jacket, hat and scarf. After warm weather . . .
Deeper Underpinnings
I want to share a deeper understanding of my work at White Rose Farm, developed over the last sixteen years. I always wanted a farm. My father and his mother also had this deep longing. He chose this farm in 1965, bought it and built a house planning to retire here. My mother would not leave her hometown, so the farm was rented. When she . . .
All-Heal; Self-Heal
I did not notice the faint hum of honeybees until I had almost finished planting a row of potatoes on Thursday evening. The bees flew in wide arcs close to the ground. Sometimes, they alighted on a small purple flower named All-Heal, Self Heal or officially Prunella Vulgaris.
Just last week, a friend and I had been mesmerized by a . . .
Align with the Divine
Now is the time
to stand upright
and align our spines
to the Goddess Wisdom
that has been here the
Whole. Fucking. Time...
Divine!
Excerpt from Amy Hyun Swart 2017, published in We'Moon 2020
With a southern accent that broadened the “i” in time, align, spine and divine, a woman in our circle read . . .
Building Vitality
I have received e-mails on how to avoid getting the corona virus, which is especially important for those whose health is compromised. As a biodynamic farmer, I focus on promoting health—imagining my farm as a living, breathing whole whose parts all work together to create a vibrant life force.
I have recently been inspired by Enzo . . .
A Moving Moment
On a Sunday in early February, Chris and I prepared to get Rubio, my young steer, from my farm to her homestead. A handsome burgundy, he was now almost seven months-old and 500 pounds heavy. We were both pleased: Rubio had been pasture-raised and freely milked from his mom; he would be going to small homestead to be a companion for her . . .