Tag Archives: Anthroposophy

On the River

By the time I was in junior high school, Fair Oaks had become a rootless sea of fences, lawns, cars and asphalt. We had all isolated ourselves into to thousands of tiny kingdoms each one with the illusion of self-reliance. Or that is the way it seemed looking back in time. It was a place […]

Halcyon Times

My great aunt lived in Medford, Oregon and occasionally we would take the long drive up there. My brother and I would sleep on the floor of her mobile home. My mom always mentioned what a nice mobile home park it was compared to most. And I remember the nice quiet relaxed feeling of that […]