Dream Weaver: A Story Told In The Old Ways

Dream Weaver: A Story Told In The Old Ways

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘Grow, grow.’ – The Talmud Emma nestled into the gnarled crook of her favorite tree. Her fair knees were skinned, her bare feet dirty on the bottom. Tiny bits of bark poked out of her uncombed, auburn...
Magic and Mindfulness at Minglewood

Magic and Mindfulness at Minglewood

The petals are cool and silky against my fingers as I plant the first flower in the center of the spiral.   My fellow Forest Bathers carefully place their hiking boots on the rich soil as they add their bit of magic to our piece of earth art.      ...