If It Weren't for the Shades of Gray, We'd All be Organic

I, too, once thought that it was either organic or it wasn't. So much in fact, that in 1994, the year my second son was born I joined an "organic food" delivery service. At that point we lived in the hinterlands (North Haledon) of "organic land." We were the last stop. And the box was usually delivered around 11 p.m. which was late for me, by a very cordial young man who seemed to like weed(s) better than vegetables. But I was always glad to tip him, even though we were pretty broke at that time (Albert drove a $200 car and I was staying home (giving up my computer consulting/training)to be with with my kids. I remember getting that box of whatever, it included both fruits and vegetables, and cooking with them. The recipes they sent were helpful. But with a toddler and infant I had no time to cook. So, like now, I just threw the meals together, favoring the simple ways of cooking and eating like I do now. I am not a chef. I am not really even a farmer. I don't know what I am. I do like food. A lot. I love to eat. (and drink -- vegetables). And I like helping to pave new roads. For doing business. And for farming. I read an article today in Natural Farming (isn't there a magazine for absolutely every thought?) about the next evolution of CSAs which is farmer-farmer and farmer-community. And I thought, well, I'm there. On that. Farmer-farmer. I like win-win relationships. I (and my husband) are not too interested in "hiring" people. We are much more interested in cooperative and collaborative relationships where each of us are empowered and free (sovereign) to pursue our highest vision of what "it" should be. We (Albert and I) don't worry about getting "screwed" for there is no one else in the room. It is only I and (we, I do have a great marriage!). Whatever we do, we do to ourselves. Alone. And so, we have great patience and are quick to let them loose if need be. Because it doesn't really matter. What is money after all? Not much. Not anything really, if you consider it's just "Federal Reserve Notes" (just assholes, pardon my French). No, it's community. It's every person walking through the door to pick up the week's share of vegetables. It gives me hope.
I think we'll win.