Sometimes I wonder how ridiculously identical different lives across this sad and beautiful world can be. I’m fighting against my alcohol and drug abuse, against depression for the last three years. Not very far from where I live is a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) where I get our crops and sometimes helping out. It’s a calm and quiet place and it gives me peace. This serene quietness doesn’t surprise me. As soon as we get rid of all the abstract, supposedly important work and stick our fingers in the dirt, something is happening. I think it’s all about getting in contact with, you know, things. (And thus, our bodies.) It’s like an ancient song that is deeply buried in our bodies.
Hope that didn’t sound all too spiritual. Anyway, thanks for sharing your thoughts. I appreciate all of your writing, Chris Scott.
