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…

How did it all begin? Oh boy. Well, moving away from the city-life I knew, to a wild, start-from-scratch, off-the-grid life was the first step, I guess. And then I took some giant leaps and became totally airborne, ungrounded, and not exactly sure how…

This March, we got away from Robinwood!! The thick of the winter took its toll, so we snuck away for 10 days to a different kind of paradise. We were lucky enough to be the spoiled guests of my dear high school friends, Dave…