What does a life look like that honors receptivity, not productivity? Outwardly, not much different perhaps, but I begin and end each day with gratitude for the
gifted duck eggs from my neighbors
slowing down harvest from the garden
mushrooms growing in the forest
first egg from my young chickens (not as a product from my little homestead but as a gift from nature)
lessons from the sea
insights from dreams and meditations
rather than the pages of writing I produce.