Earth Warrior

My mama was an earth warrior (my Da still is) and raised me and my siblings for awhile up in the northern mountains of New Mexico, next door to the Hog Farm. We raised chickens, goats, a pig and a beautiful Thoroughbred-Arabian mare named Lady. She gave birth to a colt we named Lightning during our years on our farm. My sister and I gathered dandelions in the spring and summer which we ate raw in our salads and our mama made into wine. Thirty four years after my family sold the farm to a woman named Oxygen, some of my kids and I went back to the farm and she was still there, outside working on her boat. When I mentioned my parents the first thing she remembered was that delicious dandelion wine. The tiny three room adobe house with an unfinished three bedroom addition we had left behind had long since been completed and the original home remodeled. It was an honor to be invited into my old home. I wrote a short story about it which needs some revising, one of the next writing tasks I am going to accomplish.

The group Omnia reminds me so much of the hippies at the Hog Farm and the principles I was raised by. True born pagan, yeah.

https://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=71swxdSzY1w

https://m.youtube.com/?#/watch?v=71swxdSzY1w