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  1. The little new red leaves are like a homeopathic dose of the poison of poison ivy. My friend Whitney ate a big red leaf, as she’s been at this for years now, and I ate a tiny one of the the three-leafed leaflet. The most enchanted moment of our little walk was right after we nibbled our little leaves. Whitney told me of the poison ivy attacking her and her husband when they first moved to their little hollow. It grew everywhere, and touching it would cause her to break out, devastation style. She dreamt that the land itself was turning her away. So she called a woman she knew to help her work with the energy of the land–plant spirits, people spirits. Now, we had just walked up behind her home, into the forest, where she had planted and tenderly nurtured all sorts of wildflowers, trees, and herbs, telling me their stories whilst we admired the beginnings of the greensong. I had been struck with how she had woven an intimate and powerful relationship with her land, and how the land had responded to her call for certain plants. And then, as she is telling me the difficult beginnings of this relationship, I turn and see the Luna Moth, just three feet from us. Clearly it was a gift for her, and for me–

  2. Well, that makes perfectly good sense!

    Lovely story about Whitney and the land, and also about the Luna moth. Haven’t seen one of those since moving to KY.

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