Jeanine Larson - Director, Educator, Practitioner
When I was little I made a hideout between the forsythia bushes where I kept my potions and hid my most precious rocks and tools. I made perfume from my father's roses and cracked open rocks on the driveway in search of crystals. I built homes for my toy animals from cardboard boxes, bits of fabrics, milk thistle pods, cans and sticks. I practically lived at the abandoned gravel pit at the end of our road where I rode my invisible horses all around in search of wild adventures and unsolved mysteries. With the help of my little band of friends, we dug tunnels and dipped empty jars in the creek in hopes of catching frogs, tadpoles and salamanders. I rescued lost or injured animals, tried to save them and cried when I could not help them. When one experiment or adventure ended, it was on to the next. It was never about having, keeping or finishing things, it was and still is a search for something divinely magical in the way everything works together.
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"Though we travel the world to find the beautiful,
we must carry it with us or we find it not"
Ralph Waldo Emerson