In the hush before dawn, the meadow hilltop is still. The grass is heavy with pewter droplets of dew. Like mercury they dance on the plantain leaves, all ripple-y, designed to channel moisture. The valley is hidden, obscured by the thick wool shorn from a mythical sheep.
He spreads a small blanket and rests upon it, [...]
Twilight falls and one by one candles are awakened. The tall old woods come alive, lit by glowing firefly-like specks. The nighttime inhabitants of the forest step aside and silently allow this event.
From behind a bush I watch as candles form a circle. The chanting begins, softly at first, without confidence, but growing. Mournful yet [...]
Ah, therapy comes in so many shapes and sizes!
I am scouring my first fleece today. I got it at Hidden Valley Woolen Mill Farm. It is a white Coopworth. Very shiny, very oily and very crimpy. I love working with the wool from this farm. They raise beautiful animals. So far I have only spun/knitted [...]
Einstein fascinates me. Chopra makes me ponder. The Dalai Lama is the wisest of the wise. Black Elk makes me cry. That is the very tip of my iceberg.
I practice a very eclectic blend of several religions. Mostly in a solitary way. I believe that there is one “creator”. “I am that, I am”. We [...]