me at Jim's grave (photo by Michelle Campbell)

"Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you?... My only wish is to see Far Arden again..."

"We used to beleive in the good old days... We still receive in litle ways..."

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages, Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

"We live, we die and death not ends it."

Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist?

I want roses in my garden bower; dig?