Living Soil Heals
I wrote my masters as a love song for Life. Since love songs are suppose to woo their beloved into deeper states of affection, I asked my parents if they would allow me to write it on the porch of a tiny house my father built with his own hands with trees from the forest I grew up in as a child. I would create beautiful words for an epic lover in the space where the seduction first began. As a child, the space I sat upon now as an adult had been my Favorite Place. It was in a bend of Johnson Creek, where old and young cedars grew tall and warm from sheer banks and water clattered over the washboard bedrock of aggregated river stones cemented together with mud and time. In the place of growing childhood roots into the earth I returned to pen my passion for regeneration, reciprocity, Beauty and Life. I have always longed for connection, learning and Deep Being. As a child I often wondered why all people seemed to care about was DOING things when we were Human BEINGS. The disconnect bet