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Praise, @ first harvest
The creek is dark orange and mud brown, the tannins from the bald cypress so rich with mineral it almost floats like an additional layer of color on top. The water looks solid. Or, viscous. Standing thick creek muck in the standing July heat. Then it’s the full moon, and the new month starts, bringing…
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On the first full moon of summer
The yarrow and mimosas are in flower, it’s a perfect night for lavender elder offering shmr and my nettle tops are finally ready for tea… Some vision comes for the continued establishing of the wild flower ditch, and on the first full moon of summer I pray (help us remember) to believe we’re magic…
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Summer just started
Sometimes in the early stages of learning to track their patterns I invite embodiment members in our co-op to learn their women’s mystery moon, meaning their own cycle of their own womb. And to do this I illustrate the idea that if asked, folks usually answer that the moon’s cycle is 28 days when in…
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Spring
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I spoke to the universe please make this so
The first weekend of the month was the Ocean City film festival and the fellow responsible for really getting that event moving finally was able to actually get John Waters here to our lil podunk part of the pond. At least that is what I heard about how it happened and so it was that…
Kel 