Growing up in my family, invariably every night the phrase "swi khaila, pou tzai" (Mandarin for "the water's boiling, make tea") could be heard shouted throughout the house as the neglected tea kettle whistled to a boil. This site is my political teapot, my cultural spouting ground, trying to let steam my internal thoughts and to maybe make something useful and warm, an herbal remedy, from the bubbling brew. The water's boiling, make tea, and now let's sit down to a cup and share.
The day of ground-breakings: we began digging 15 holes for the second cabin’s main concrete footers and Chayito beginning the arduous task of installing a new septic and drainage system for the original cabin. Earth and clay, roots and stones uplifted with care (always asking permission from the forest) as the foundations began to take form.
posted by Carol Bushar at 3:44 PM
a dream waking takes on many forms like light at dawn light mist in the mountains that later sparkles in full sun
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