When someone gifts you beans, by golly, you gotta plant them. 2 years ago, a beautiful sage, whose hair is spun with silver, and whose gardening wisdom and experience is hard to match, passed these beans on to me and told me there was…
I I live in secret meadow surrounded by trees. The branches pull me into their being. I sleep with my windows open. The wild air blows into my dreams. Every night, and Every morning I light a cooking fire, A warming fire, A medicine…
I made potions in the forest when I was a child. but it wasn’t until I left the city-life I knew, and began this wild, start-from-scratch, off-the-grid life, that I took the first real steps on this journey. And then I took some giant…