The Old World

The old world . Our collective history in varying degrees of body and mind.The questions beg answers "where were we as people hundreds of years ago? where were our ancestors?" Where their lives full of Love and desperation. Mornings of crisp air ,looking up to thatched grass roofs. the smell of Distand hearth fires, and cooled embers. Walking through dirt streets the smell of hay and untouched grasses,as birds chirp on the wind and the quiet hum of insects whirl. The innocense of a time more in tune with and dependent on nature. In the deep of winter I am inclined to be overcome with hope before the next snow. For the release of solstice draws near, and our wishes for a new year are held in our hearts. River stones Fresh grass Gardens, Earthy patchouli