Salt Water (and food) Is The Cure For Everything

if the ocean can calm itself, so can you. we are both salt water mixed with air. Nayyirah Waheed Hey, Lovelies. I had one of those days yesterday. My laptop decided to freeze up and stop co-operating. It’s about to die, but I need to make it last until I can get a new one. […]

Dawn View From My New Office

Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern. Oscar Wilde Hey, Lovelies. This is the view from my treehouse office, just before dawn. Later, the place explodes into colour […]

The Bird In The Pine Tree

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood. Pablo Neruda Hey, Lovelies. Were you ever fascinated with something when you were little? One of my loves was a white enamel serving bowl with a blue Scandinavian Folk Art pattern on the outside. It showed pine trees in silhouette, and some of those trees had […]

The Spring That Sprang

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming. Hermann Hesse Hey, Lovelies. We have recently had a magical discovery, here at our treehouse. A natural spring bubbles up out of the ground after rain. We […]

Midnight Visitor

Have you ever Stared into the owl’s eyes? They blink slow, then burn: Burn gold in the dark inner core of the snow-shrouded cedar.” Robert Penn Warren Hey, Lovelies. I had kind of a crap day yesterday. Unexpectedly, late in the day, I received bad news. The kind you can’t shrug off or ignore. The […]

A Beginner’s Observations From Living In Our Treehouse

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such […]

Stopping For A Moment

If you go out for several hours into a place that is wild, your mind begins to slow down, down, down. What is happening is that the clay of your body is retrieving its own sense of sisterhood with the great clay of the landscape. John O’Donohue Hey, Lovelies! I was reflecting on this time […]

Room With A View

She could see all of Ferenwood from here: the rolling hills, the endless explosion of color cascading down and across the lush landscape. Reds and blues: maroon and ceruleans. Yellow and tangerine and violet and aquamarine. Every hue held a flavor, a heartbeat, a life. She took a deep breath and drew it all in. […]

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