Compass Rose Healing Arts

Out in the garden, clearing out the last of the pepper plants and darkened tomato stems; removing stakes and doing battle with determined wi...

Morning was steeped in mist and damp, the earthy scent of mushrooms and clouds of feisty mosquitos erupted. Colorful garden snakes serpenti...

Did you hear it this morning at sunrise? That soft whisper that is Autumn's song drifted alongside summer's rainfall and began to ...

Misty, sultry August mornings are among my favorite..today I was out early to check on the progress of drying my first garlic crop laid out ...

Years ago, while traveling to San Antonio, I visited the shop of a coppersmith who was schooled and trained by her father...generations of a...

After many months I am called back to my blog so bear with me as I ease into the stream of consciousness that is my cluttered and often busy...

The sky and the waves were both the color of mussel shells...pashmina fog and salted raindrops cover the maine coastline as morning finds it...