here we are

Been feeling a calling to make record of these things I do daily, the blessings, filling bellies, seeing life born, the socks and underwear hung from the laundry lines, the pretty,  the growing, the gloom, the skies, the gardens, the learning and medicines of the earth, the sewing and crafting, the inspiration and follies. The journey, this too shall pass, Phoenix tells me we will die someday and I hear joy in this, I don't know how to describe this. So here from my view, the sacred and mundane, learning to bring spirit on my path, breaking out of the boxes and loving this life, this time, this temple.

She's been giving my soul a stirring and shivers straight through me

See you around