We wound our children even with the best of intentions and greatest love in our hearts, because of the wounds we carry from our own childhoods. What art is to me, plants are to her, she makes art through her gardens and home, and when I consider my mother’s more maternal energy and think of her in love, this is what I recall from my childhood that I felt envy of, and saw magic in. My mother was always labeled a tree hugging hippie, and my childhood home was filled with plants that she cared to as attentively as others do their pets. I bought it not for the house itself, but for the second building that provided a studio, a theater/music room, and workshop for Michael, and mostly for the grounds that I can step into on any day and practice Shinrin-yoku. Our house is a very tiny old cottage, and much of me wants to live right here until my days are done. The outer two are the property at Lark Manor here. The center photos below are from the forest paths I often walk with my mother and our dogs. Shinrin-yoku is a Japanese term that translates best as “Forest Bathing” as a means of replenishing ones own health, and restoring the spirit. Listening to mother nature, and she herself has a language all her own as easy to learn as any other. Half the Reliquarian was written while walking within the wilds. I’ve always had an affinity for beautiful words, and foreign languages are like a dance for the tongue. Later he became the father of many tribes. At the time there were no dryad like tree fairy creatures in my mind, they showed up years later. This is the 6th season of the Reliquarian, and it seems such a long time ago since Cadence wore her father’s coat, and trudged through the snow with a key in her hand. It seems the Reliquarian has long been in winter.
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