Two friends drove me three hours, up up in Vermont near St. Johnsbury,
to visit a gifted healer in a yurt, surrounded by dogs and unruly hillsides, on along a mud-gutted dirt back road.
Vestiges of snow lingering in the countryside along the way; enormous chunks of blue white ice slowly separating from sheer rock faces, larger than your house.
The glory of endless mountain views. The clean air and feel of Vermont.
Once, long ago, as a wild young one, I lived there; Brattleboro my home and community.
Three young deer prancing across the highway.
We pass through woods with such altitude they look like small Boreal forests.
A few hours looking carefully at many aspects of health together, with fascinating results, borne of mutual experience and years of insight.
Life at times is simply chock-full of love and devotion and brilliance, despite challenges and illness and surprises.
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