I’m told there’s a Chinese curse that says, “May you live in interesting times”.
Omicron knocking on many doors, confusion, misunderstandings, polemics, both local and global. Some digging in, others giving up— these are indeed “interesting times”.
Here at la Luna, we’re striving to learn from these times: reinventing ourselves while maintaining, we hope, our essence. Quality, not quantity.
Breathe, reflect, act. Repeat.
As always, we try to listen to nature. Cyclical time: death makes place for life. Repeat.

Over New Year’s, we brought home a sculpture made by a Swiss friend, which embodies some of our intentions and hopes for these times: the silent strength of the tree (it is carved from a single ash trunk) holding the movement of polarities— fire, water, striving and accepting, in a single dance of compassion, of benevolence.

Changes: the Luna family (Pia and Robert, Angel and Michael, Natascia and Martino) welcome two new arrivals, Alessandra and Licia, who are supporting us in the office.
And we now share the direction of la Luna in three — Pia, Robert and Natascia. Natascia brings a clear new voice, already introducing a vital new project: Orthia

[from our website: “inclusion”]
The ORTHIA project explores the rich relationship between social and natural biodiversity. ORTHIA is a garden where people of mixed abilities can transform the earth, and let the earth transform them; a place to care for animals, donkeys and goats and chickens. But it’s also a grove in which to explore the world of the senses, the smell and feel and sounds of nature. It’s also an open-air studio, a place to paint with plant-based colors, to compose poetry in harmony with the wind. It’s a place of inclusion, included in a circle of animal, vegetable and mineral friends.

For now Orthia meets twice a week, and under Natascia’s guidance, we open every session by giving thanks, one by one, for that which we feel, standing in a circle under the trees.
Here is a poem which came out of our first circle:

Orthia Prelude

I give thanks for
the Seasons, who know how
to make somersaults…

I give thanks for
the Rain, which brings the Sky
to the Worms…

I give thanks for
the Trees, which hold up the Up,
and down the Down…

and Massimo:
The pigs! And the little lambs…
and also the chickens!

Thank you, Massimo:
for you Right and Wrong
are two brothers.

Who don’t argue, ever.

Robert McNeer