Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
Today’s morning walk gifted puppy Shadow and me with lots of bright hellos and good mornings. My favorites: a very old woman happily mowing her small, shaded lawn for the first time this spring; and, a few blocks later, a middle-aged man who, seeing Shadow, immediately starting to purr, while walking towards us. Shadow went right up to him (he doesn’t always), and the man proceeded to tell me this: “My wife and I have three dogs. We had two large ones, but now we’re taking care of a third. We had already exchanged our queen sized bed for a king sized. But my wife found a place for the third —” he said, slowing down, purring again, “between our pillows . . .”
Meanwhile, here in Bloomington, Indiana, despite my own joyous spring mood that bends the universe in the direction of my intent, I live within an ever-expanding island of love inside the larger matrix, where . . .

But so what?
Let us recognize current civilization as a mere scrim upon the living earth. Superficial. Our focus lies deeper.



I have a sense that what little mental stability that remains in those governed by herd mentality will richochet to smithereens in the coming weeks, months, years.

”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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Astrologer, published author, conference presenter, world traveler, founder & editor of Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging (1989-2001) , and founding visionary of Green Acres Permaculture Village (2010 to present).
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