Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Friday, March 2, 2012
Skywalker
Red (East) Self-Existing Skywalker -- "RED is east, Father Sun, the way of the Visionary."
Right now, the birds are singing. I've been up for a couple of hours, practiced Thi Chi and did a bit of weaving. It's time to start the morning.
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