‘As Rosemary is to the Spirit, so Lavender is to the Soul.‘ –  Anonymous Gnarled and spotted thumb draws circles upon the worn linen sachet.  Careful, careful, I remind myself.  The yellowed fabric now so thin the contents… Read More

I Am

I run as quickly and quietly as I can.  My feet are wrapped in soft worn hide and I barely make a sound as I skirt the elders who sit around the center fire.  My hands cover my… Read More