the Tree-Shepherd of the realm of dreams - Troll Hart shares her story.

Most people struggle with staying centered. My memories from the Fifteen Deer Wood are one essential origin of where I found the center.

Cradled by ice and bare branches into the womb of inner-space. The song of no voice, archaic and pure.

The fresh western breeze that billowed round me was a suture to the wounds of the world beyond these woods.

Hails fair listeners <3 Happy Gregorian New Year! I've decided to spend this year telling my story. I hope to share some of the things...