
The fields of this prairie require time, patience, intention, and the discipline to return often in order to understand the seasonal and annual flows of arable land. From the newly planted field to the stages of crop growth and ripening to the harvesting to the quiet of fields left fallow, I can only know this cycle of life, death, and renewal by rejecting the rewiring of my brain by the fast pace of the technological world. I must quiet myself to see, hear, smell, and feel this change that happens over time. To be fair, I need more practice.
