We made it. We are at the Hope Farm School in Stockholm WI or truthfully, in a deep mountain valley, forest ringed, in a hope filled communion reminiscent of the communes of the 1960s & ’70s, peace, love, and understanding with God in Christ. I guess this is as close to Eden’s Church as it gets; believers helping youngsters by growing crops, harvesting livestock, teaching, playing and trying to live in harmony with God, His earth, His love. My lover and I are here to learn, to see if there is a way to tie our life to their life; to tie our people with their people, our talents with their talents to harvest in the white fields. God is like a great silent cosmos moving through the cells of all declaring, I AM—Good. That is where I am, Hope Farm School learning from my cells being aware, HE IS; a coming again to my senses.
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