502 Rice Paddocks Together Topple Together
“Inner guidance is heard like soft music in the night by those who have learned to listen.” Vernon Howard
A few times a week I go for a jog or a walk. On the last stretch of my trail, I venture along this small country road that falls between rice paddocks. Recently, in autumn when the rice has grown to its fullest, almost ready for harvest, I notice that part of some paddocks has fallen. (more…)