06/15/2026
There is a super special kind of feeling - after sowing *thousands* of seeds since March, for my farm and at Aletta’s - when you get the last of the transplants in, sow Corn & melons & squash, watching the skies and winds and listening for the changes in bird song, as you walk in the door feeling grateful - and really proud that you keep sowing, through all the collapses and changes, through no shows at markets and market collapse, through year after year of sharing your practice with The People, after funding cuts, underemployment, significant barriers including shadow banning on meta and only a few people giving time to amplify, you walk in the door, kick off your shoes and wash your hands and there it is:
The sound of rain on the metal roof of your wee house, with dogs on the couch and dinner almost ready.
The Rain. The Germination Rain.
You’ll find out later there were tornados, and I won’t mention the govt fiasco of continued cuts to public services that help keep people safe, and a friend from back east texts to make sure you’re ok …..
and you are. You’re ok. Still hoping all this hard work pays off through community consistently supporting all your labors, saying your name and making referrals, making sure you’re being taken care of while serving so many …. Regardless of geography ! You’re ok, right now.
Merakifarmacy.com needs and deserves your attention. We all deserve experiences of safety and nourishment, relational healing and increased access to food, healthcare, prevention.
That’s why I keep sowing. Without a paycheck. Without anyone probably reading this, but I just keep sowing.
Because as much as I’m a traditionalist, I’m a futurist. Farmers always are.
May you be fed, safe, and in right relations with all that sustains - feeds - heals - teaches - inspires you.
