
Founder Letter: Do What You Can
When fire comes, we bring the water When fighting comes, we bind the wounds When storms tear down, we dig and shovel Where there is fear, or pain, we just love double Dear Rosies, Our
When fire comes, we bring the water When fighting comes, we bind the wounds When storms tear down, we dig and shovel Where there is fear, or pain, we just love double Dear Rosies, Our
Running experiments for living in more freedom, ease and joy. The culmination of my summer interactive art installation, with messages from your fellow citizens. Web of Dreams: What Our Neighbors are Calling In by Christine
The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you Don’t go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep! People are going back and forth across the doorsill
In today’s newsletter we share an excerpt from Christine’s upcoming book, Mantra, Tantra and Ayahuasca: Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll in Search of the Sacred. The essay reflects some of our thinking here at Radiant Farms: Medicines for human physical,
Dear Rosies, When you pause and notice small beauties, the way a flower petal catches the light, or an exchange of loving glances, or the curve of a lower back or a rushing river valley-
Dear Rosies, I told some hard truths this week in my personal life, and heard some also. But rather than pain, what I got back was a huge burst of energy and joy. Can you
Some selections from Mantra, Tantra and Ayahuasca: Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll in Search of the Sacred. We have drunk the Soma; we have become immortal;We have attained the light; we have found the gods.What can
Dear Rosies, In this inspiring episode of The Rose Woman Podcast, we welcome two extraordinary guests: acclaimed photographer Alex Rotas and renowned orthopedic surgeon Dr. Kevin Stone. Together, they explore the themes of redefining aging,
New! Dream: Blue Lotus Gummies! The picture above is from our February sourcing trip to meet our growing partner and his family in Sri Lanka, who organizes a collective of rural growers. Blue Lotus is
Bethel Farm. I’m sitting on a giant boulder by a creek in the early morning light, feeling it all. Yesterday = phew. First time with the band since covid, sharing air, sharing breath. Last night’s kirtan
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