I wish my eyes saw what the trees have seen. That I am not the first to touch these rocks, drink this water, lay my head down upon the moss. It’s not my story, though I care about the ending.
I hope you enjoy browsing my offerings, each one originating from deep in rain forest, prepared by my hands, and lovingly sent your way. Each piece holds a story; of a life lived before you, a community existing for generations, human and mycelium alike, and of connection back to our source, where it all began. As each piece finds a new home, a new story begins with you.
