Spring is the time of renewal, and as I look around at the trees budding, the last remnants of my lilacs still attempt to perfume the air as I walk past, I realized it was time for renewal here at Feathermane Soul. Astute observers may note that I am now talking about Wild Spirit Storytelling(tm)…
If the temperature outside didn't clue me in that the seasons are changing, or the fact that yesterday was the spring equinox, or the two trips I have to make outside after late afternoon feeding--one to open the horses' gates, the other to shut in the chickens who now go inside much later than they…