This week I introduced a new Dark Mountain series that explores. Food and eating in times of collapse. Follow us during this Lenten month as we travel through different kingdoms and terrains, sharpening our appetites and cooking knives, in the company of artists, filmmakers, writers and activists. We wonder and laugh nervously. I am with Hamilton and Steve. One they do not necessarily.

I Am Mostly Made of the Potomac River. And You? March 28, 2018. I suppose this is a bit too-often quoted, but I love it, especially for the last two lines. And, just now, here in my corner of the Magical MidAtlantic, there are suddenly daffodils everywhere. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. I wandered lonely as a cloud. When all at once I saw a crowd,. A host, of golden daffodils;. Beside the lake, beneath the trees,. Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

See separate pages on this website for clarity and details. My professional background for several decades has been in Adult Education, community arts and media, personal development work and physical therapies. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.