Balancing big plans for that wide unknown future against the pleasure of the acts of now is a trick. The sowing of tiny seeds that won’t come to fruition for months to come, the carding of wool that won’t be worn for a least another three steps, the tapping of trees for sap that takes hours to boil down to the proper viscosity… they let me know the two weights of future and present are actually one in the same. The pleasure of the long project. Not even thinking of it in steps and progress- but just doing. Just doing for the sake of doing. For the sake of letting the seasons first raindrops hit your brow, for feeling of sticky lanolin in between your fingers, for the joy of smelling the earth when it is still under 8 inches of slick ice.