I dedicate this blog to my father, J.E. Crosby. I wrote an article for the Healing Garden Journal published on May 1st, 2004. Two weeks later on May 13th, he suffered a stroke that led me back to the mint farm where I grew up in Mid-Michigan. After his passing in 2005, this journey presented me with my most profound breakdown and most profound break through.
Here in the middle of the mitten, where cradled, the real full circle journey began…one of healing, hope, and transformation. I think of my father often as I make decisions. He was a quiet man, well-loved and when he spoke, people listened. I am still listening, Dad.
One of my favorite quotes from the book, The Land Remembers sums up my emotions by stating…
“Once you have lived on the land, been a partner with its moods, secrets, and seasons, you cannot leave. The living land remembers, touching you in unguarded moments, saying ‘I am here. You are a part of me.’…This is the story of that farm and its people. That land is my genesis. I was born there, cradled by the land, and I am always there even though I have been a wanderer. “
The Mint Farmer’s Daughter