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Wake
I waken gently from a dream of wildflowers blowing on the hillside. Murgatroid’s soft paw rests against my cheek. The room is dark under the new moon. Cool air lifts the gauzy curtain at the window, graceful spectre.
I waken gently from a dream of wildflowers blowing on the hillside. Murgatroid’s soft paw rests against my cheek. The room is dark under the new moon. Cool air lifts the gauzy curtain at the window, graceful spectre.
Welcome. Come in to my garden and sit a spell.© L. Kathryn GraceAll rights reserved
The Village of Ordinary is a work of fiction, a vision of what life could be like if we chose to live in a world without greed, without hatred and anger, a world of compassion, where every child born is wanted, deeply cherished and nourished to fulfill her or his dreams and potential.
The story is told through the journal of one ordinary woman who grew up in this world, raised children of her own, and lives with the love of her life, among family and friends.
Their village, Ordinary, is typical of, though not identical to, villages all over the world, villages where people choose every day to live in harmony with the Earth and each other. This is a vision of what our world might be like if we choose.
Goodness knows I fail to live up to my ideals far too often, but I strive each day to feed the body well, nourish the soul, heal the Earth, build community, make peace and, where possible, wreak a little joy.