Dusk~

... a space in the day where peace dwells. The warm colors as the sun sets low. A long breath of transition. The time in between the days activities and the anticipation of what the evening may bring. On the farm, the days are filled with work though, here it does not feel like a job but, more like tending to the care of our food, our shelter and our spirit.

Today I am filled with more physical energy having healed from the daz of illness. Today I get to do what I have really looked forward to; really getting my hands dirty or that be muddy! I help with the construction of an ‘earthen house.’ (the picture of a brick house, no roof) We began mixing a new batch of plaster; earth, sand, rice husk to plaster to spread thick on the walls. We pour the mixture in the large trench and not with big fancy tools, we jumped in bare feet and stomped it into the right consistency. Then trowel and hand spread a thick layer on the interior and exterior walls leaving a heavy red texture that later, a finer finish would be added.

The are many aspects of my stay on the farm Pun Pun that I receiving great reward from. To speak of for know, the greatest has been slowing down. Taking time to absorb all the natural details, the conversations, tasting each bite of amazing fresh foods and simply breathing.