Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Eve woke up with the birds each morning. The piping and burbling of thousands of little brown birds in the reeds, so numerous in kind they’d not even managed to name them all. The deep thrum of the lake birds rising in unison, swirling around Eve’s camp on the edge of the marshland in vast… Continue reading Eve
It's time to make some healthy and warm ballast for the belly — Winter Chile Stew.
We may be approaching cataclysm. To avoid that, I believe it is essential that most of us take up essential work, that we level out responsibilities and rewards, that we meet our own needs. We need to truly value necessary work, not just bang pots and pans. And we all need to do this work.
By My Solitary Hearth 