I woke up today knowing what I wanted to plant on my recently started organic farm (think lawyer turned artist and farmer, part-time for now), and realizing I would start a blog.  Many people have suggested blog writing to me.  Until now I thought it was just their way of trying to redirect my e-mails elsewhere.   My interpretation of these many unrelated suggestions must have come from a lack of confidence of sorts.  Not something I am known for, but one of those secret partial truths we all live with.   Sick of lack of clarity, before I went to sleep last night I just asked the question: “what?”  What am I to do with the farm? What am I to do with everything?  How can our wildnerness land up North support a farm business?  So, naturally, the answer came, because that is how you get answers, you ask.  You can call it God or Spirit or your highest self, but whatever you call it, it answers if you ask.  The answer is, besides the bees… herbs, oils, vinegars (from cider and fruit) and, of course, the pottery and other art.   And writing this makes the start of a reality.  I have always written as a way to both make sense of things  and to keep track of the meaning in the journey.  This marks a new way of doing it.  The blog template calls this first blog “Hello World.”  Like it is from a new entity.  That seems true.  This fresh start made me think of the honey bees by the creek at the farm, under the big maple, and how good it felt to see and feel globs of them in absolute purposefulness as they were installed in their new hives, and, yesterday, seven days later, how it felt to discover them already busy drawing out comb.