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Lieb's Log
Lieb's Log
Sep 9, 2026
Wendell Berry
Since his passing last week I've been wanting to write something about Wendell Berry. Though I have read very little of his stuff he had a major impact on my life.  It was 1976. I was trying to be a farmer on some borrowed plots near Eugene Oregon. I had a tractor and was taking organic gardening to the next level by growing at a larger scale and selling to local natural food stores and distributors. At some point I joined in with some other small farmers to form a kind of self help cooperative we called Organically Grown Inc. (which eventually morphed into Organically Grown Company [1] and is today one to the largest distributors of organic produce). One of our first projects was to empty out one member's barn of horse manure, using another member's front end loader, and another member's dump truck, and spreading it on our fields. The fellow with the barn full of horse manure was named Lynn Miller [2], the horses were Belgian draft horses, and he had just started publishing the Small Farmers Journal [3]. This was still about 4 years before I started farming with Belgians myself. Intrigued by the possibility or farming with draft horses I subscribed to the Small Farmers Journal (I still have a box full of old journals from the 70's) and became an avid reader. Besides learning a lot of the technical details, I was introduced to Wendell Berry, as many of the articles contained excerpts of his writing, and I believe he may have even contributed some articles himself. The idea of living on the land and farming with draft horses became firmly ingrained in my being. To get the big picture you have to understand what my generation was going through. The late 60's was a major upheaval. The realization that our government and our schools had been lying to us our whole childhoods, the disenchantment with the rat race work to get ahead at all costs, and the need to find meaning in life, had made us all seekers. For many the search ended with psychedelic drugs, but for most it continued down many paths of spiritual teachings, gurus, and lifestyles. By the time I first read Wendell Berry I already knew that for me it meant getting back to the land. So in many ways Wendell Berrys' writings were a confirmation of what I had been felling for some time. Basically what he was saying is the you won't find the answers you seek in books, or at the feet of a guru, but rather by living on the land and immersing yourself in the natural cycles of the seasons and the world around you. Grow your own food. Simplify your life, and shun the glitter and turmoil of the modern world. No doubt my life would be better today if I had been able to remain true to these ideas. The need to be able to support my kids took me down another road, but my heart is still out there sitting under a tree in the woods. [1] https://www.organicgrown.com/ [2] https://lynnrmiller.com/ [3] https://smallfarmersjournal.com/
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Lieb's Log
Lieb's Log
Jul 12, 2026
Walking on the beach
Yesterday I went for a walk on the beach. Linda maintains a vacation rental at Bayshore just north of Waldport. The house is on a bluff with a great ocean view. It's a bit of a hike down to the beach but not a problem for me. There are sand dunes and then a wide sandy beach. The tide was going out so I could walk on the hard sand just before the waves. Although it had been foggy and cold in the morning the fog had lifted and the sun was breaking through. There was also no wind so It was nice and warm for a walk. I grew up on the beach on the opposite coast. Lived 4 houses from the end of a dead end street that ended at the dunes. Needless to say I spent a lot of time on the beach. Unlike Oregon the water warms up in the summertime, and the days do too. I learned to swim well and navigate the currents a rip tides. The surfing craze hit when I was 12 and I jumped right on it. This eventually led to moving across the country to San Diego in search of better waves and warm winters. This was 1967 which, although I had no idea at the time, was the "summer of love" when the San Francisco hippie scene was born.  The evolving culture and political climate of the late 1960's then led to a move to Oregon, where I landed less than 10 miles south of where I was walking yesterday. The thing about Oregon beaches is that they are never crowded. Where I grew up in Long Beach, NY the beach would be beach blanket to beach blanket on a nice summer day. On my walk yesterday I saw about 10 people over a half mile of beach. A family with kids, some teenagers, and a couple of solitary walkers like myself. More crowds the closer you get to Portland, less the farther south you go. In fact the south Oregon Coast is extremely remote, and there are many hidden beaches where you will not see another person. The ocean and beach the beach is so much a part of me, that I often feel like just sitting and watching the waves is enough to satisfy my soul and make me feel at peace. This was heavy on my mind yesterday as my recent bike crash has kept me from doing some of the things I love, and made doing many others much harder. Indeed I had to cut yesterday's walk shorter than I would have liked, and spend a lot of time sitting on a log, but that was okay, I was still there.
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