🐒 The Gym is back. 🍌

Workouts this year: 🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌🍌

“If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?”- Jon McGregor

That quote shared by Rachel Stafford started my blogging/writing “career” and I’m as happy as ever “being a writer”… but I’m super blessed to have gotten into and survived farm school as well!

Brief History of Me

My past I was a nerdy little kid who liked to read, I grew up into a nerdy college student who liked to read, I studied a lot for medical school, did average on the entrance exam, didn’t go after all, did get a degree in Complementary and Alternative Medicine, enjoyed martial arts (learning and teaching), got involved teaching martial arts in the community, that lead to starting a non-profit to organize my attempts at helping the community into the Adventure Scouts, which led to a community garden, Adventure Garden, which led to going to farm school and now I’m a Hawaiian Heritage Kalo Farmer/Market Garden farmer at Kope Hale Coffee Farm. I homeschool two children, enjoy learning the guitar, and prefer hiding in corners over going to parties. You can support my woman owned and operated farm, native plant conservation efforts, and my non-profit organization that teaches art, science (including math) and scouting/martial arts to the children of East Hawaii via Patreon if you need to off load some money/guilt, there is a $1, $10, $100 level of donation that’s such an easy way to help a bunch of kids/the Earth/women in business all at once with little effort or thought… I’m a modern Shinto with a Daoist background, and a practicing Stoic. So not a Christian, not a Buddhist, but an animist… not a Platonian, but I follow Epictetus and Marcus Aurelius (not sure about Seneca all the way, but on time management yes). I still struggle with housecleaning, but do enjoy the Konmari method and I run a Clutter Fight Club around town because I grew up in a horde/difficult home and want to support other people who struggle, even though I am still struggling myself in regards to house cleaning. I did a lot of jobs before finding out “farmer” was my dream job.

Poem for the road?

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-Jalaluddin Rumi

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