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A Generous, Well Stocked Cupboard We turn coconuts into cakes, brass into trumpets, pigment and linseed into pastoral landscapes. Natural ingredients mixed with a bit of soul  broaden the human experience. We turn trees into homes, wool into sweaters, gardens into dinner. We live in an era of great comfort....

To find Baba Yaga would still require much courage, but courage we had in spades.

The morning air cold, but feeling like a friend. I went to see teh fire tenders, those stoic mothers. Always handing out wise words, kitchen words, put on your jacket words. Watch out for bramble words, keep the fires bright words. They gave me soup, which was a set of...

The botanist sought out the sage. Why she felt compelled to do this i will never know.  I mean she walked amongst trees everyday, didn’t she? They sat there together. The sage and the botanist. Quietly. For a long time. Again, the botanist kept the company of trees,  So a...

We are sparks after all, Small, necessary bits of color and warmth  

Great Gray suggested I make sparks using peppermint and roses. I took it more as an order. Have you seen their eyes? Have you seen their talons? I was talking with an owl, so be it rosemary, lemon, pigment, words, wolves, I would strike anything together to keep this conversation...

The problems began when the kingfisher followed someone's suggestion to go live the life of an elf owl. Where were the rivers with their silver fish? Where were the tall, tall trees with their ample perches? Why do we blindly weave kind, yet inappropriate suggestions into our beings?

What shaped the orderly life of badger; a natural digger and connoisseur of bluebell bulbs? His desire to give shape to his soul.

The painter felt she was made of two equal parts. Part frustration. Part fear. But there she was wrong.  Frustration and fear, although making a lot of fuss and causing quite a scene at the moment, accounted for only one small sliver of what she was made up of. Part...

The seamstress sat on the shores of the first ocean. Inspiration came in many forms, and unusual things stirred her salty heart. What a thrill it was each time to create something  so soft so small so sparkly.