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

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

Hails folk! Faeries, Gnomes, Elves, Humans, Dwarves, Wizards and Hobbits! A new Gregorian year is upon us, and the Tree Temple grows ever...