Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

This way out.

September 23, 2016


I don't know, you guys. Sometimes it's just too much--too much work, too much debt, too much work to pay off too much debt. It's exhausting. And grinding. And it wears you down until you end up with the latest, trendiest flu, and have to stay in bed, fretting about this new, tiring development. 


And, you know, I hate "at least"--probably the worst phrase in the English language. But (that that's the other one--"but"), at least there are herbs and the earth and some kind of raw, ancient power into which we can tap--a power that knows no debt and, at least energetically, knows no exhaustion, no illness. 


Preaching to the choir, sure, but we're all one tribe. There's that, too, to be grateful for. 


Strength in numbers. 






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