I went to her. She came to me. The mud pie maker. The girl who played on the planet, with the planet. She melted into the grass, folded her legs with ease and leaned-in with her elbows on her ... Read More about The Girl Who Played
In Front Of Me
How do the nests stay in the bare trees on a windy Autumn day? In the moment of my ... Read More about In Front Of Me
Life is a Mudpie
The pan is your life. Your journey. The spoon is ACTION. The soil is your ... Read More about Life is a Mudpie
Goin’ My Way?
I've studied archetypes in nature as part of a wonderful course I've taken from the ... Read More about Goin’ My Way?
When the going gets tough
Get muddy. ... Read More about When the going gets tough
