Lesley Irene Shore

Lesley Irene Shore

Spring’s Rebirthing

Spring’s Rebirthing

Cool air caresses my cheeks as I enter the woods. A scurrying sound alerts me to a squirrel’s dash out of harm’s way, up a tree. I make my way down a well-worn trail that weaves through scraggly bushes and around sturdy trees. Tree buds swell, explode into leaves....
Re-Visioning

Re-Visioning

My manuscript went through many revisions. What began as a memoir morphed into an amalgam of part memoir and part instructional guide. After many years of working on it, I hoped the manuscript was ready to begin the next phase of its journey. But when I shared the...
Moving On

Moving On

Fall Fall’s energy invites us to let go of the old to make room for the new.  And so, during fall, I set my intention to release my ties to Harmony Farm.  I had been gradually separating myself, but the commitment to move on required that I sever the ties...
The Power of Place

The Power of Place

Harmony Farm In Medfield, a small suburban town 45 minutes from Boston, you spot the Harmony Farm sign hanging from a tree and know you have arrived.  Turning into the driveway, you hear the wheels humming a different tune as they move from harsh black macadam to...
Energy

Energy

Spring bursts forth with gay abandon.  Birds sing, leaves expand, flowers open and chickens lay eggs.  Palpable energy fills the air. Each day brings new surprises.  The land grows greener by leaps and bounds. With sun shining brightly, I’m pulled...