It is long past time to structure our human activities around the naturally fluctuating cycles and rhythms of women and nature.
I have this habit of sorta sabatoging myself all the time. I'm starting to wonder if I fell into this recent pit of depression for the sole purpose of blogging. Scratch that. That makes no sense. Either way, I've fallen into this pit and I'm not sure how to get out at the moment and … Continue reading when the grass is light