Since the equinox the mornings have been filled with mist. It’s a ritual with me now: wake, walk to the summit of the ridge, express my gratitude for this place - for the feet that took me there, these eyes, this skin. Then home to the work. Strange things happen when you create rituals. The earth begins to speak somehow. This morning it spoke in the ca…
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