In my early twenties I lived at the Findhorn Foundation, an educational center in the north of Scotland. Each December community members gathered to place their names in a hat for a game of “Angels and Mortals.” We each secretly drew one name from the hat, and that...
Judith Boice, ND, LAc, FABNO I have two miniature citrus trees that bloom in August and set glorious fruits that finally ripen close to Thanksgiving. As I write, the stems of the Meyer lemon, a cross between a lemon and an orange, bend with the weight of the ripening...
