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Mushroom Hunter SOLD

I love this wild girl. She apologizes when she visits because her feet are dirty – but I see a woman grounded to her truth and this earth. The Mushroom Hunter sits barefoot with nature and listens to nature’s wisdom. She will casually forage and feast on wild offerings. At nightfall she slips silently into the cold ocean, pebbles beneath the pads of her feet and seaweed squishing between her gloriously dirty toes. And when she visits, I welcome and admire her dirty forest feet resting on my couch cushions –a wild woman curled into the arm of my sofa. I’m grateful she’s here.


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