Gardens are beautiful things. Flower gardens for obvious reasons, and vegetable gardens because there is a lot of promise in them. Promise of a full stomach. Promise of healthy eating. When I walk through a garden or a well curated field of grains or corn I often forget about the sweat and even blood that probably went into the cultivation of that particular harvest. Cultivating, Nurturing, these words bring a certain gentleness to my mind. I think of ladies in sun hats dropping seeds from colorful envelops into mounds of rich dark soil, or of farmers walking through their rows of corn, relaxed with a long piece of grass between their teeth. I think of mothers nursing....but these images are only a part of the reality of what it is to grow, cultivate and nurture. 

So often it's a trial, a struggle to bring about healthy flowers or a bountiful harvest. So many factors have to line up. You have to have the right soil. You have to have enough rain or the appropriate irrigation systems. The weather has to be on your side. You have to make sure that you can keep the bugs and the birds out of it, and the seed, THE SEEDS, they have to germinate. When you are cultivating you have to dig deep, work hard, sweat a lot, and have faith that all of your hard work will pay off while you struggle against or try to get along with the elements, the unanticipated that you have very little control over. Gardening/Farming...it isn't for the faint hearted and neither is the world of theatre, of art. 

When I envisioned a year of cultivating and nurturing for Navi I had in mind this gentle year, but we are trying to cultivate something fulfilling and substantial and of course it isn't going to be easy. I just have to have faith in the harvest. I have to imagine what all of this digging in the soil will eventually lead to. I have to hold onto the promise of what we (Navi) are cultivating.

-Dawn