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To melodically and methodically go about my time in a purposeful way. I see myself in a cob house or a log cabin somewhere. These visions swim in my minds eye… Kneading dough while listening to the birds sing outside my kitchen window. Crocheting sweaters by the crackling fire as my children play on the cozy living room rug. Sharing home brewed fruit ciders on the porch in the crisp afternoon air with my husband. Harvesting herbs from the garden and singing to my plants as I gather everything I need. Taking those herbs and turning them into bunches so that I can hang them from my kitchen ceiling to dry and add to the earthly aromas of our home. Wandering through the forest and teaching my children the sacred knowledge of the animals and the earth. My soul is alight with passionate fire and my dreams are narratives I’m waiting to tell.

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