Sun! Sun! Sun! Here She COMES!

First a little Mary Oliver... oh how I love her.  

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tremble 
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!" 
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried 
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations, 
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind, 
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice 
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do- 
determined to save
the only life you could save. 


Oh, how I love the rain.  The smell, the taste, the feel on my skin.  The way I sleep.  I Love love love the rain.  Especially after such a great run of sun we have had here in the pacific northwest.

And the farm in the rain?  What can I say?




So, come.   Come if you are called.   

We've been scheming and building, and dreaming and planning and here we are with things to do and experiences to have, of which we would LOVE to have you share a part.  Who knows, you might see an elk, or have a humming bird buzz you, or at least hear an eagle call from the trees overhead.

And if you can't get to the farm, puhLEEZ get outside.  Did you know mantra is 10x more powerful in the rain?


Oh, this yoga journey is just packed with delights such as this.