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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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Wild spaces. Chesapeake forests.
Some week in the later part of fall I cut a path into the forest about where the morning sun comes up, eastward. Most morning times leading up to the winter Solstice I find time to wander the woods, starting at that point. The path winds to the right and immediately through a second generation…
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About here, too
On the side steps between patients in the 2 o’clock sun the white yellow heat is hotter from the drought and that is real, it isn’t close to the sweltering mid-nineties like it was just weeks back but today feels hotter like that bone crunching California sun a line I read once, because the earth…
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Change in body
This writings so good for me. The baby and I sat in the grass and loved yesterday. Loved spring, life, the weather. Basking in it. I want her to know how good it is, and ought to be, to feel alive. I always know my overall health by how easily I come back to the…
Kel 