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The Cook Chooks Rhode Rocks. Hen Care and other info. The history of our original adventure keeping hens in our urban back garden. This is the first instalment of our adventures keeping hens in our urban back garden. The adventure continues on our original site, now renamed The Hen Garden. And I hope you will follow us there.
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487 State Road 150, Arroyo Seco, NM. Custom Rugs by Weaving Southwest. Come visit us at our new location! 487 Hwy 150, just 10 mins north of Taos in the Village of Arroyo Seco. The Weaving, Spinning and Dyeing Book. And the Rio Grande Walking Loom.
Let the spirit of weaving enter your heart. Thursday, December 11, 2014. Well, just my blog! Please join me at weavingspirit. Will also take you there. Aloha! Monday, December 1, 2014. THE 12 DAYS OF WEAVING. Some things never get old- -welcome to the holiday season! Wednesday, November 19, 2014.
At Weavings Wellness Group, we share a common belief - that a full and joyful life can best be achieved when individuals actively seek to better understand themselves and their context in the world.
Weaving Tapestries, Painting Pictures, Dreaming Dreams. Trying to recapture the fragrance of yesterdays faded roses and dream about an unknown tomorrow veiled in mystery. I once strolled down paths of grace. Where even time had slowed its pace. Breezes flowed with reverent care. Peace trod softly upon the air. Contented leaves let out a sigh. From gnarled giants that towered high. Yet lay mirrored in silent pools. Where fishes swam in languid schools. To sturdy trunks great creepers clung.
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