Years and years ago, I had a dream that I was in a diner in the middle of nowhere. The woman who ran the place served steaming bowls of primordial soup, which she got directly from a hole in her kitchen where the primordial soup of creation hadn't yet hardened. The soup was known for its rejuvenative qualities. This dream has stuck with me all these years. This blog is my attempt to follow the path that leads me to Flora's Pond, to find what feeds my body and soul. I hope you enjoy it.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Dream Fairy Numero Dos
After struggling with the beeswax (it was stickier and thicker than the paraffin) I got this one finished. It sure smells nice! I suppose I should work on my etsy site.