tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226231525633999625.post5016117221923862452..comments2016-04-08T10:39:57.474-07:00Comments on Commune of women: The Cycling Seasons of the SoulSuzanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04534661252540376720noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226231525633999625.post-61447431467862848152012-01-30T14:34:46.509-08:002012-01-30T14:34:46.509-08:00Yesterday while we were working on a leaky hot wat...Yesterday while we were working on a leaky hot water solar panel off of the back deck the chickens heard us talking. They scrambled up the yard to be next to our babbling, singing their own song as they ran to be with us. As they continued their foraging near us I was marveling at how comforting our humming, singing, purring, clucking sounded all melded together. Thanks Suzan for you daily inspiration.<br />DeniseUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842302963971950835noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2226231525633999625.post-70333757972121723122012-01-30T14:30:09.896-08:002012-01-30T14:30:09.896-08:00Yesterday while we were working on a leaky hot wat...Yesterday while we were working on a leaky hot water solar panel off of the back deck the chickens heard us talking. They scrambled up the yard to be next to our babbling, singing their own song as they ran to be with us. As they continued their foraging near us I was marveling at how comforting our humming, singing, purring, clucking sounded all melded together. Thanks Suzan for you daily inspiration.<br />DeniseUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01842302963971950835noreply@blogger.com