August 18, 2016 – Bozeman, Montana

…And here I am, left starving.

Fighting the intrusive thoughts, trying to focus on the task at hand. It’s my first time pouring concrete, but my mind keeps wandering toward a recent night that ended with much more than a kiss. Not even the slew of recent activities I’ve engaged in help to ease my mind:

Volunteering at the Community Cafe.

Practicing yoga in Lindley Park.

Hiking the “College M” trail.

The departure of Michelle; the arrival of Thomas.

One thing is for certain – we would not be able to complete such a task without the large number of volunteers we currently have on the farm. In fact, the amount of work we’ve done already is astonishing…

“I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to have the relationship I want to right now…”

The text message stings, but I get it. She’s young. There are certain circumstances in play. Now just focus on your work. You’ll be fine.

You’re just stuck working with her.

Sharing a living space with her.

 

Childish.

“We hunger in earnest for that which we cannot consume.” – Nenia Campbell