I began this blog in October.  All I could muster was the title.  Barely a week away from the spring equinox, accompanied by today's Full Moon and Total Lunar eclipse (March 15th), I thought it  was a great day to finish it. 

It was a planned and unplanned bitter sweet goodbye, as we turn the lights off, detached the open sign that is now sitting on my crowded desk to the left of where I am typing, we bid our farewells.  In typical Leslie fashion, I had to go back 3 times the next day to get things I realized I left in the exit, so I technically said  "Goodbye" Quite a bit those two days.  The move was originally planned, but not in this manner.  It was supposed to be a move from our century old bulding that we spent most of the pandemic renovating, straight into a new building on the farm.  Due to what I will one day refer to as, "The years of Cannabis", Our lives were halted.  The Cannabis industry consumed us from the inside out.  I am not certain why I was so shocked when I began watching small businesses close left and right, after all, Its government ran. It had very little to do with the plant itself and medicine for the people,  and a lot to do with Big Industry.   If you happen to  have seen the unrecognizable me in the last 2 years, then you know I wore it. I have 3 deep forehead lines that I now call Grow1, Grow 2, and Grow 3. 

Our plans paused. Our lives paused. Everything paused.  I was spun mentally, spiritually, and physically.  After landing that plane, I have taken the last few months to heal and also recovered from a surgery somewhere in between.  This healing was different.  I am not sure what the feeling is to describe, "I am just thankful that I made it out alive!", but whatever feeling that is, That is what I felt.  My surgical recovery was a breeze, but my spirit, well, There is no prosthesis for a broken spirit.  There is no time frame on healing that.  

I actually sang "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" as I drove down Front St. the day I left my building for good, but changed the lyrics to "Goodbye Front St. I Love You", but the lyrics that follow in that song, there was no need to alter  "Where the dogs of the society howl.You can't plant me in your penthouse. I am going back to my plough.  Back to the howling owls.  Hunting the horny back toad.  I have decided my future lies beyond  the Yellow Brick Road."  Now, the tune is in your head, if you know the song.  You are welcome.  I have had enough politics. All of them. Federal,  State, and Local.  My soul was now driving my footsteps and healing was the  priority, since taking scalps would be frowned upon.

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I have an excellent team of Aldermen on the land.  They are always busy planning and greet me most every day.  A scurry of squirrels, 3 Rabbits, and an old couple of married Red Robbins.  They all Gather in the grandfather Cedar tree that stands steadfast and strong over the east bedroom window of the cottage.  This Cedar is a gift.  I believe he is the  Mayor of the Land.  His branches hold So much honor and Respect. After all, he's about 150 yrs old, so I figured he knows a thing or two.  The Bee's wings are vibrating daily in abundance over the early spring spiderworts, tune to the key of C, and  reminds me of a town Choir.  The twin camellias are in a full beautiful bloom, and grace my path every morning.  A Pink carpet of divine magenta hues, spread out as if I am royalty.   I certainly have  not felt like royalty.  These things may seem silly to some, but If you follow the persistence of a Rabbit killing a snake to defend it's young, or the Hustle of a squirrel before a storm, or the keen song of the Red Robin to warn all when a predator is near, these things then, do not seem that silly.  Can you imagine...IF POLITICIANS  LOCAL, STATE AND FEDERAL GOVERNMENT  operated this way.  A world where politicians had the courage of a Rabbit, the hustle of a squirrel, or the concern of a Red Robin?   It really is amazing the lessons that nature teaches us.  Nature shows us the way, but Man, as always, thinks they know better since there is rarely no thought of presence to even stop and observe.  Man consults ego, not nature. 

No Pun intended, but I did have an idea that the grass was greener on the other side of the move from  Front st. to our land and farm.  No matter the exit and no matter the unexpected.  I did love my stent in town.  Some of the best people reside in our area, And our shop brought people from all over the state, and quite a few out of state visitors as well.   We know you all are excited, and the repetitive popular  question at hand is "when will y'all re open".  For once, I do not know.  I am working on a plan that is not designed by me.   My footsteps are guided daily and many days, I fall short and find myself asking that same question, but I am quickly reminded, that much like the shop, I too,  am in a transition period.  I have spent most of the last month Pruning Fruit  Trees on the land, This task not only shapes the tree, but it thins it to prevent disease, and also  sends more production to the branch for bearing fruit.   Indigenous Apothecary is also being pruned.  I,  am also being Pruned.  Bear with us.  Our buds will soon reappear, and we will eventually be in full bloom again. 

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