Sunday, June 25, 2006

 
Here we are, on the land, trying to recapture the truth. With too much to do, and not nearly enough of anything, and yet I believe it can be done.

Today I worked in the kitchen, mostly, but I wasn't really needed there. I was trying to keep the peace, but it ended up bad any way. All I want is the end to this conversation, about the self, and what ever, and so forth. There is so much good here, and yet it is only obscured by the anger and fear.

Each day on the farm we strive to accomplish a little more. I live with the threat of money not there, and some people come into the restaurant, and that is promising, but it trickles, and nets nothing. The gardens are only a crescent of what they should be, but I can't be everywhere. This is a great place, and if Mahlon can get over himself, it could be even greater. He looks like he might have a little bit of a spark of something, but that his drive for cash is driving him to not see beyond the now. In the end it really won't matter, and I hope for the best for all those concerned, whatever, I hope mostly that the community does not suffer any further for the greed of one man over the potential of the many.

-james-

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