Dear friends, 

In the fall I wrote you a letter, but felt too small and failed to send it, though over and over again I told myself I should. I am genuinely struggling to decide: do I allow my words…

Dear friends, 

Here in southeastern TN it’s finally acorn season. My friend Michael can't sleep. The fruit of the seven white oak trees towering over his home play his tin roof like a steel drum. Even though there are bountiful…

Welcomed to Cartinglee. I am grateful that you're here.

I don't fully understand what my vision is with these letters, not yet. I think it will reveal itself over time as long as I keep showing up to the practice…

Welcome to Cartinglee, I'm glad you're here.