Taking a break from my teaching to visit my friend Sara, I marveled at the beauty of her garden and goats. Her home, half-way up a mountain, is tucked in to the woods and overlooks the blue edges of the Green Mountains.

The garden unfurls in an explosion of flowers, many of which are spread over months in Kansas but come all at once here. And the goats? They're warm, friendly and conversant, easily cro
Sara and her husband Joseph balance their goat-herding (mainly moving fences every few hours) and gardening between activism, counseling, movement and
Here is the earth. Here is the air. Everywhere we look, a collage of texture and
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