Feeding people
Greetings,
A farmer toils in fields harvesting rice. Cut and thresh. Cut and thresh. Expending energy turning wood laced with metal circles. The rhythm of wheel music expands through the valley. One little grain.
Peace.
Greetings,
A farmer toils in fields harvesting rice. Cut and thresh. Cut and thresh. Expending energy turning wood laced with metal circles. The rhythm of wheel music expands through the valley. One little grain.
Peace.
Greetings,
Journeys has been blocked internally since 1 November and still is. This is why we haven't been posting to the site until today. We found another path and way to keep moving forward. Thanks for your patience, as always.
It's common knowledge that censors play the game internally here. You adapt, adjust and evolve. Survival. So much for the free flow of ideas and expression. We'll see how it plays out.
Winter winds sweep the valley. Writing classes continue full blast presenting new challenges for students to get real, personal and emotionally connected with their heart-hand.
The local farmers are busy harvesting rice. We visited a couple in a field, made images and collected a sample of rice stalks, taped them to a piece of paper and passed it around class for a writing exercise.
"Use all your senses, with this reality. Share your insights, dreams and language. Make your writing memorable with anecdotes, analogies, similes, and metaphors. Keep your hand moving."
See how light the paper is!
Peace.