Sharing and wrap up

Thank you all so much for being apart of this year's Digging Deeper. It was wonderful looking at the images you all shared.

Cory wanted me to share this document with all of you. He also mentioned that there was interest in creating a Facebook group so that you can stay connected, which I think is a fabulous idea and can get set up sometime next week. I'll send more information as soon as I get it sorted out.

Please use this space to share final thoughts. I will also be sending out a survey to capture a little more feedback from all of you by early next week.

Recording from Feb. 20 is below:

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Groups audience: 
Digging Deeper: Cosmic and Earthly Evolution for Farmers 2017-18
 
Date: 
Wednesday, February 21, 2018 - 3:45pm
 
Session Number: 
14

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6 years 2 months ago

CompostellaFarm said:

Hi Corey and classmates. I just read the Legend of the New Isis and am having trouble wrapping my mind around it. Any insights?

6 years 1 month ago

sophiajohn said:

Hi there. This is a very belated thank you to Cory and to each of your for making the Digging Deeper course so rich and full.

I was traveling so I literally just finished the last session of the course. But I hope it is still OK to share how impressed I am with the beauty and diversity of everyone's photo sharings. Since I do not have a farm or a garden at this time, I did not think I had anything to contribute to the photo sharing. (Though I realize now that as a member of the JPI Board I could have shared a little about our work at the JPI Farm.)

Anyway, please allow me to share one of my favorite poems by Wendell Berry as a way of saying thank you for the many ways you all are working with the earth and giving to the future of its many lifeforms.

Best wishes to each of you. I hope to stay connected through this discussion venue and any future Facebook page. Pamela

“The Man Born To Farming” by Wendell Berry

"The grower of trees, the gardener, the man born to farming,
whose hands reach into the ground and sprout,
to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death
yearly, and comes back rejoicing.
He has seen the light lie down
in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.
His thought passes along the row ends like a mole.
What miraculous seed has he swallowed
that the unending sentence of his love flows out of his mouth
like a vine clinging in the sunlight, and like water
descending in the dark?"

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