December : I have seeds in my pockets, noticeably longer hair tied back with a sharp sliver of bamboo, and a niggling worry that I now smell like the enthusiastic Billy Goat who is doing time with my ladies. I have plans, plants to propagate, books to read, manure to wheelbarrow, leaves piled up and plenty more leaves to collect. I have tools I covet, hand tools made by hand to make things with wood, and bigger tools that would need plenty electricity like a band saw and a belt sander and perhaps a lathe to play around with wood and metal. I need a new hot water bottle and I hope they still have the ones I like in the hardware I got my now deceased one.
I now have a few patients and am learning to work as an Homeopath : as in my life, I am apprenticing and being. The wind out there won’t blow me away from myself.