I was husbanding—providing for my household by physically taking care of my land and livestock. And they were providing for me.
In my flocks, I’ve borne witness to what I fear.
Being left behind is not a disadvantage. It is an opportunity to grow and an opportunity to live life on my own terms.
I was single for the first time in eighteen years. I felt unmoored. For the first time in eighteen years, everything was new, including me.
By farming, I connect back to my own culture. To, pun intended, my roots. To what it means to be a child of immigrants and help things grow.
Bees do not attack—just as trauma survivors do not attack, but rather defend. She will not sting you unless she believes the colony’s life depends on her defense. Because when she stings you, she dies.