Lately, I’ve found myself drawn to the slow, deliberate pace of farming how it ties the seasons, the soil, and our labor into something that feels bigger than just a daily grind. As someone who spends most of my time in a kitchen, where timing is everything but also fleeting, there’s something almost meditative about the way farming anchors you to longer cycles.
Do you think working with the land changes how we perceive time? Or even purpose? I’m curious if others have felt that shift, especially those who’ve moved from fast-paced work to something more rooted in nature. How does it reshape the way you think about your days?