Harvest season is here, the healer told me yesterday. Curious, I asked for more. "It is really three seasons," she explained as I curled into her big turquoise velvet armchair, sipping filtered water from a small mason jar...
july space
My friend called this morning from her new perch on the East Coast. I was sipping coffee and watching Sunday morning rustle through maple leaves in my yard. "The things I need are space and time," I heard her say. It seems there is never enough of either, and yet we are surrounded by them. It is the ultimate paradox of a human life...
