A plan of action
A plan is like the promise of yesterday's rainbow
The sun is shining! What more can I say really. These past few weeks have reminded me of the Jack Johnson song that goes “sometimes the heart is no place to be singing from at all”. It has all felt a lot like a losing battle against things we cannot control (despite our extreme efforts). For months, nothing has dried, our puddle tadpoles are getting large enough to turn into frogs, and I feel like there’s mold on my soul. And mud on my soles. Plenty of it. Would that we had grown rice this year. Alas, we didn’t. But around here, despair prompts action. And we have a plan. A plan to rescue the farm from the jaws of this season’s would be defeat. There’s so much hope and faith in a plan. It settles the stomach, scratches the itch, and focuses the mind. The concrete steps laid out before us in a plan allows us to just keep putting one foot in front of the other, heads down, eyes on the steps in spite of the fog of despair that might otherwise cloud our vision and get us lost.