I felt I had neglected the land spirits. It had been too long since I had visited the ward tree to offer them a libation. With all of the business attending the beginning of the agricultural season, the preparing of the soil, the starting of plants in the greenhouse, the hours of writing and editing that have become a part of my life, the sick kids, the chores, the hungry animals, I had not gotten a moment to walk away and take time to remember the gods of the land that gives us life. All day long, while working, I had nurtured the intention to visit our little earth shrine beneath the ward tree to pay my respects to the indwellers in the land.
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