Six years ago this basket was woven, woven with the whispered prayer of wholeness and be-longing..my hands finding home in the sally rods when all around me my world was shaking, crumbling.. back unto the womb of great mysteries.
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I believe at the roots of all Ancient Earthen Arts lies a spring-fed loch, that is bubbling with deep-bellied song, brims with story’d wisdom, twinkles with the remembrance of mythos, and longs to be spoken again into Life.
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