from Diary of a Mad Hatter, P. R. LOWE , May 24, 2020
The ravens speak to me from the trees…the world is still and quiet…a heaviness hangs in the air. Sunlight and moisture dance together around the forest floor to encourage and sustain life… I thrive on their rhythm. The peaceful bird song brings me once again to a healing space. I ask to carry this out of the woods…and into my home…and into my day…and into my life…and to share these wondrous gifts…if only with the moon…
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