Here, the path has taken me to the Middle. The Middle of the Great States, this time Iowa and Illinois. I had to go back, you see: I was teaching beekeeping and cooking, and amidst all of those classes, I have again been the student, learning how to have a full heart. As I had mentioned in my sojourns to Iowa before---there is such a broad sense of community and self sufficiency there, that it should serve as a beacon for how America is, or should be. A fun and friendly spirit of the heart which is harkens back to a safe and inspired place we should all have.
There have been old friends, new friends, and all of them family in some way or another. This journey has been a feast for the soul, and I have left the table full to the brim.
Where to begin? There is too much in the telling, but this tale is too good to pass. Pull up a chair in the next week, I say, and listen to tales about bread baking, butter making, bee swarms, a world of old objects, and other baudy country tales.
For now, I will start at the point BEFORE I left, with this token of gratitude to Maggie and her mother Donna, the two women who began this insanely beautiful journey by reaching out to me last April, and hosting me at their amazing Prairieland Herbs business.
This is my "Thank You" Gift:
This was a long felled tree in Kansas, cut down for me when I went to visit the farm upon which it lay. For long moments, it lay with it's breathren in a box, waiting for me to get up the courage to paint on it.
For long moments, I convinced myself I was too busy or not clever enough to know how to paint on such a medium. But I had an idea, fueled by Donna's love of the Moon (and truly, who doesn't love the Moon?), and so a hot air Moon Balloon carrying my wild haired friend Maggie, and her Mama, sister, and their bevvy of friends carried them away. I hoped this magical little token would suffice to convey my gratitude to this magical group of people......
(A bit of production progress....)
...with more magic to come!