FARM REPORT SPECIAL EDITION...THE ELK CAMP

Dinner last night was a very different affair. Our manager visited the elk camp. What an experience! The elk camp is a magical little village that appears a mile past the green gate. When our manager arrived at camp a fire was blazing and hunters were warming themselves with cups of Wild Turkey and beer telling tales of past hunting expeditions. The guys at the elk camp hunt on horseback and we walked back towards the edge of camp to see the horse corral. Huge white canvas tents with a stove inside house the hunters. The tents are toasty! Warm enough inside to wear your best lingerie. Handsome and talented Josh manned a cook tent equipped with every outdoor cooking toy you could imagine. Of course there was a camp dog; a black and white jack russell terrier, too cute for words. Sitting between the hunters, our manager dinned at a long table set with tin plates and cups. The menu was a cowboy camp meal of tender brisket, baked beans, bread, apple pie and beer. So what does one wear to dinner with the hunters? Camouflage of course! Camouflage everything hats, pants, shirts, and beer cozies. It was thrilling. An evening our manager will treasure forever. Thanks to Valerie and Lee Weiss of Fishtail Ranch Chama New Mexico [http://www.fishtailranch.com/] for a great evening!

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Our Manager had lunch with the girls at Cowgirl. The walls are covered with cowgirls in fancy boots from the past. On the patio in the afternoon you'll see a group of players plucking banjos, violins, washboards and cowbells. All the servers wear plaid shirts, crunched up cowboy hats and denim skirts of various lengths. Its about those hats! The brims are rolled up so tight they are totally useless in the sun. The important thing is the Cowgirl statement. Everyone who visits Santa Fe stops by Cowgirl at some point during their stay. It's great when you have a craving for a fat juicy burger and some fries. The jerk chicken salad has personality as well. Trolling around town comparing margaritas is without a doubt a serious Santa Fe pastime and Cowgirl ranks right up there. They know how to make you a really good drink. When the sun goes down The Cowgirl gets funky. The bar is crowded, the band is loud and the dancing is fierce. Highly recommended by our manager who is fast becoming a Margarita maven.

FARM REPORT

Revelations come in their own time. No manipulating or preparing for them like one prepares for a dinner party. You open your eyes and they just happen. One never knows from where, they just appear. Looking into the red and white shapes of a burning log or yellow leaves spinning toward the ground from a cottonwood tree in fall they are everywhere. This week I have learned to listen more. Take the signs around me when revelations are present and recognize them. To be unafraid to walk on the giddy ground of faith. Just when I thought I was without hope, without a way to express the need inside of me something intangible, something unnameable someone unexpected appeared and divinely gave it a name. Someone touched me out of a crystal blue sky and said well done. Said simply I am proud of you

Pillow book

Things that make me sad

a yellow bird who dies running into a car and gets stuck in the grill

lost love becoming found love becoming lost love

a dead rat by the side of the road

Hateful words between lovers

chocolate that is too sweet with strawberries.

Touch

Touch is important. The human species needs touch to think, to do, to be. A mother gives her child the warmth of her hugs or a stroke on the cheek to soothe and comfort. The need follows through one's entire life. When deprived of this simple need one's body can fall into disrepair. Pain and anxiety will most definitely result and spirit deteriorates. Sleep becomes elusive and without rest and resurgence the spirit withers even more. Making love is a need like breathing in and breathing out. This body is shrinking slowly and surely. The clothes that adorn it are loose and baggy. Cheeks that used to be rosy and frame a smile become hollow. Touch is important. One can rub one's hand, touch one's own thigh, but all pales in comparison to a lovers tender caress.

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Our new farm is located high in the mountains of New Mexico and workers here really depend on their computers for contact with the outside world. The site of choice to connect is of course the ever popular Facebook. Having the ability to chat, exchange pictures and videos with workers around the world is of course the sparkling sheen attracting our farm workers to the ad filled atmosphere that is Facebook.com. Be advised dear workers , all glitter and sparkle is definately not golden. Witness an account by one of our most vigilant farm employees. After befriending, connecting and exchanging emails with what seemed to be a very talented and interesting individual on Facebook over the course of about a year she innocently invited her virtual friend to visit our mountain farmlands. Quick as a wink her casual invitation was returned with flight information. The virtual visitor arrived some two weeks later with more problems and phobias then a newbie at an AA meeting. Needless to say our poor worker was stressed beyond belief when in her absence her guest rummaged through her desk, plucked a precious momento of her deceased mother wrote upon it a simplistic parting message and vanished. Miss Virtual Visitor did not even say thanks for the memories after an extensive tour of the farm and surrounding countryside, three squares a day and bed and bath. So the moral of this weekend would seem to be the virtual world remains the place where one can be anything one chooses to be. Our manager counters with the fact that she has met many wonderful and gracious people through Facebook, but alas one must be careful.

A Paragraph on Corporate Concerns

Stress is the major reason for the progression of most disease and the discerning factor in healing both mental and physical. Making things more difficult is a human trait. In the work place the more complicated things are the more you have to work to accomplish even the simplest task. If it is perceived one is busy, it stands to reason one must be doing one's job correct? Not always the case. Most things can be corrected and/or accomplished with less mental twisting of brain cells then most will admit to. The corporate workplace has made pushing papers and emails a skill you must master in order to keep even the simplest of jobs. Look what it does to the underlying soul of the individual. Sitting in cubicles typing out emails, copies, and making overlapping files, one doesn't even feel the fight against the very wellness we so desperately seek. When working together becomes a marking of uncrossable boundaries and territorial disputes directly connected to one's seniority; no new ideas flourish. Levels of stress increase, disease of any nature finds a willing, soft, warm place to plant it's seed and grow

Farm Report

There is a need in me to create something beautiful, alone and untouched. The farm is lonely these days without my workers, but this is how it must be. Many of the workers were sad to see the farms operations change in such a dramatic and drastic way, but change can only occur in this fashion. As manager I rather enjoy revelation of different terrain on the new farm. I rather enjoy the new workers who have come to show me how to make it fertile and fresh. Perspectives will change, relationships will change, and those who thought they knew me will discover they have been laboring under the guise of knowing only what was comfortable for them to accept of me. The new farm is unfolding.

Make love to me

naughty ever changing spicy love

Eat with me and of me

swallow my soul at every turn

sweep me away in beautiful deep pools

called your eyes

hands the shape and size that fit me

relax me into a blue corduory pocket of love

I sleep peacefully your hands fitting my thighs perfectly

tears are now in my eyes

ever the questions of my truth integrity and direction

separate my withered impaired past

questions answered too many times to count

manipulative spirits always crushing creations

you were different

understanding the depth of a free simple spirit

needing only sun and air to grow

giving me the sky to wear and hope for more

gifts given to you to use only for me

you leave silently on my doorstep

pain of your love and love of your pain

inextricably woven together

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Our manager has set out for new vistas in the west. She passed through Virginia, West Virginia, and Kentucky over the past few days. Seeing the country from the ground instead of the air. Stopping in small hamlets and taking side trips off the interstate to see the sights. Taking the advice of experienced road trippers she is staying away from all fast food and taking her vitamins every day. The manager's life has been stressful over the past few months. Serious family issues have taken a toll on her. She is gaunt and tired. Her spirits are slowly returning as the landscape passes by. Calmed by rolling hills covered with horses grazing lazily and slow moving streams. Equipped with music, water and new sunglasses she is finding peace traveling in the Pathfinder. She stops when she wishes and eats when she feels hungry. Her spirit is returning.

The Kiss

Sisterlove

Women value yourselves
create lasting bonds
the ability to create life gives you the ability to forgive,
love and nurture each other over good times and bad.
Soft warm sisterlove
Welcome each other into the red tent
cry there, give birth there and always know it exists for you to
retreat to.
Learn and teach your daughters
Value the love

Farm Report

Our manager has decided to go on a single road trip. Deciding to see what is on the side of the road. What beautiful flowers and creepy bugs reside in mountain towns. Look for crop circles in the middle of the country and fresh honey made from the wild bees. A road trip of epic proportions. Our staff has been holding goodbye parties all week. We will miss her so very much. Our farm reports will consist of reports from spaces and places she will be stopping. Check back often.
Take the time to listen to life calling, no matter how faint; answer. Re dos are non existent.