Updated: Dec 7, 2020
A riot of shape and form,
a symphony of cycles and patterns,
a tangle of interconnections.
A teacher of time and stillness,
a muse of lightness and shadow,
an altar to wonder and curiosity.
a sage holding a mirror.
A process of working with,
a dismantling of
a sanctuary a midst madness.
A lesson in resilient design,
a practice of reciprocity,
a glimpse of an inclusive story
a community of strangers, friends, family.
A seed bank and a warning call,
a story of how humans are forgetting,
a language of place and feeling.
Perfect in imperfection,
an alchemist, a mage, healer,
practical, humble, raw.
A place of edges and change,
death transforms to life,
failure melds into opportunity,
an infinite spiral of
dismantling and weaving.
More than techniques, plans and tools,
Crow Feather Farm
is a place of remembering and being.