fare thee well

Life on the urban farm has been changing in leadership as well as in season. My co-worker, Matt, came into work late one morning about a month ago with a funny look on his face-- and I immediately knew something significant had happened; I wasn't sure whether to suspect that his pyro tendencies had gone awry or . . . that he was going to leave. Things fell into place very swiftly, and less than a week after he knew the job was open--he had it. Less than 3 weeks after that--he was on his way to Berea, Kentucky. Wife and son to catch up with him in a couple weeks. I agreed to take his job as the urban farm manager, and we sent him off with plenty of love and tears.

Matt has a very kind and gentle spirit; one where the very essence and peace of God was evident. He taught me to love bees, to wear ear plugs, and to see the very best in everyone I come into contact with. I loved learning from him; we had a blast. The loss of him and Meg from my day to day life is profound; much more so than the responsibility of my new job. However, I am very excited for Meg and him to be following their dreams; maybe our paths will meet up again, after all, they are hoping to start a small farm/community out in Kentucky.

Like most people, I've said my share of "hellos" and "goodbyes;" some are flippant, others heart-wrenching; most are bittersweet.