It’s easy to forget that each of us feels like we are the center. Each has their own story running, full of challenges and successes.
My daughter is learning about fibers in school. How delightful that we tossed some spilled flax seeds on a garden bed. She got to take some into school
5 years ago I gathered one small corm from a front yard. Finally blooming and sprouting many babies this spring.
Sometimes it’s better to let a little moss grow on you.
In the small, intimate cup of each and every flower, important things happen.
Let time be your sculptor
Giveaway – what if our existence as humans gave back as much as we took? As the most extractive, we also have the ability to give back the most through our stewardship, creativity, ingenuity, and ability to see the future effects of our actions.
Mother Elder gently opens herself for future generations