Theere is an imperative to be in a process, the energy & consciousness of life means for us to be constantly observing, learning & becoming.
We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?
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We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?
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