When my slackened computer posture starts to set a stiffness in my muscles, I shake off the tech trance and treat myself to a walk around the farm. Even if I can’t be barefoot anymore, walking the land grounds me in something greater than myself and my ever turning wheel of “plans”. I stand between two rows of pines and imagine the vibration of their rings. My eyes are awakened by the lime green life in the greenhouses. I nibble on a sage leaf and a pungent flavor of calm floods my senses. This land I walk feeds my body and nourishes my soul. Her life is my life.