Dear Farm Journal,
As I planted leeks this afternoon, I gradually became aware of several curious side effects of my daily meditation practice. First, I observe that I haven’t once become cantankerous about the heat, and this was a rather vexing problem for me in the past. After living in Fairbanks for six years, I was pretty sure my internal temperature regulation had been permanently altered, and I would never again be able to tolerate a Wisconsin summer. However, to my own surprise, I seem to be embracing it…so far. Second, I notice a swarm of biting flies mobbing around my exposed flesh, yet I’ve only brushed them off with inconsequential irritation. Heat and bugs are basically the two demons of summer, and I’m far from overcoming either of them, but just building a steady tolerance to seasonal stressors is kind of blowing my mind.