Blue Planet Shaman

 I’m going to miss where I’m at.  After the nutty closing at Distillery Farm I moved to Susan’s house and set up camp at her place. It’s beautiful here on top of the mountain. She has seven wooded acres and I’ve enjoyed eating wild blueberries, blackberries and raspberries by the handsful. I’ve walked up on deer napping under the trampoline and at almost every turn there are rabbits scurrying back to the brush. Continue reading Transition.