Each time I go to Forest Halls, I choose a new route in. Today I climb a steep slope. I have to take my backpack off and shove it and the ground cloth ahead of myself so I can climb through the tangle of branches.
I settle in at the fire circle …
… and light a fairy fire of Mugwort and Lichen.
Back to work on Paloma and Wings: An Herbal Comic. I’ve rewritten and reorganized the beginning material. Now for more copy edits. It looks like I need to digitally edit some of the images. Feels like I’ll never finish this part of putting the book together!
Luckily, I’m in Forest Halls. And while the book production part of this project is (for me) tedious, I can hear the babble of the creek below, and I’m companioned by trees. The beauty and quiet of the place soothes me when the tech-work gets to be too much.
Nature News: The other day, here in the office, I heard shrieks and squeaks. Moments later, Hawk flew by, bearing a large rodent in their talons: life and death in the forest. Later that morning, small birds stirred into a chatter. A minute later, Barred Owl made an appearance. Bird language!
Banana Slug has been a regular roamer on this land.
