Greetings from the Tennessee hills!Things are good here. The weather is warm, the Smokies are beautiful... Today we have a fire lit and are about to play The Farming Game. We're all cozy and enjoying the winter weather.
Happy Holidays!
Soon the child’s clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines, and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day . . . we become seekers. --Peter Matthiessen
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