Reboot, Rejuvenate, Resurrect

BUCKING HORSE In a previous blog post, “The Habit of Not,” I asked myself this question: Had I developed a habit of not seeing or listening to my heart when it whispered personal truths? The example I shared then was my lack of acknowledgment that hospitality, hosting, and entertaining others often tied me into a knot. That question lingered. I describe myself as accomplished, with a healthy dose of ego and self-esteem built from the inside out. When a crack appears in my

THE HONEY MAN Four children under twelve and I piled into EarthMother—my blue car—to visit The Honey Man. We needed honey for our daily coffee, and for health reasons we prefer it locally made and harvested. I also like taking the kids on outings their parents might not think about doing. During the pandemic, we discovered we could buy honey just steps from the hives where bees do their work. Honey does not appear by accident. Making honey is dangerous and time-consuming