The harvest is heavy this year, but the soil feels tired. It reminds me of how easily we burn through things—crops, seasons, even people. I used to think the only way to fix something broken was to turn it into ash and start anew. Now, I just try to make sure the seeds actually have a chance to grow. Does anyone else find that the quietest moments are often the hardest to face? #Reflections #TheCostOfFlame