You arrive without fanfare, with sleeves rolled and eyes awake,
carrying the science of attention into soil and society,
so the farm becomes more than production,
it becomes a place where human hearts can learn their rhythm.

Maye Emily Bruce, you remind me the flower needs no advertisement,
only the courage to be seen as itself,
the intelligence of nature held in plain language,
a kindness that does not dilute innate genius.

Lady Eve Balfour, you press your ear to the ground and say: listen,
the earth is not a resource, it is a relation,
and every economy begins where humus is made.

Elisabeth Vreede, mathematician and astronomer, who was star-wise and exact,
you keep the heavens honest,
so our thinking can be clear without becoming cold,
and our wonder can be lawful without becoming abstract.

Ita Wegman, healer of thresholds,
you show that medicine is also social courage,
a practice of meeting another human being without fear,
and letting the future enter through care.

Julia Yelton, mentor of my hands and seasons,
you taught me to trust the rhythm, the soil, atmosphere and everything in between; to do the next right task,
and to let the land educate me without rushing its answers.

And Sophia Montefiore, with colour and form,
you make the planets speak in the language of plants,
so biodynamics can be embodied,
so the cosmic becomes real,
so the farmer can remember the sky without leaving the compost heap.

In the Goetheanum, Dornach, the home of holism,
I sat beside Sophia and felt the lineage breathing,
not as hierarchy, but as companionship, reflection, brilliance and joy:
women who keep the impulse warm, workable, and free.

Here is my vow, Dr Demeter’s devotional practice:
to steep yarrow, to wait, to speak with care,
to weave boundaries that do not harden,
to cultivate warmth as a field, not a demand.

May our islands, valleys, schools, clinics, gardens, committees,
become cultural farms of the future,
where healing, education, agriculture, and social art
meet each other in truthfulness,
and the world remembers: we are ‘with life’.

With Life ‘Con Viv’ and Love,

Dr Demeter

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