Last summer my dad grew a tobacco plant in Nebraska where he lives. When it was ready, he cut and dried the leaves in the sun. He gave me a couple leaves when I visited over Christmas. They are incredibly long and wide, the color of a perfectly toasted campfire marshmallow.
Thank you for your reverence in working with this sacred plant teacher! This article found me just after sitting with grandfather Tobacco and really warmed my heart. I miss my wood stove!! Thank you beautiful soul! 🙏🏽
LOVED reading this and then I thought to listen to it too. You have a soothing speaking voice and I love the stories you tell, rich with meaning and personal experience. Thanks for sharing your life with others.
Hudson, you always seemed to find the perfect words that explain a moment in time, an emotion or an otherwise difficult topic. Thank you for continually offering your understanding of the world.
Beautiful photo composition got me reading, reading took me on a reflective journey, the journey encouraged me to comment. I really enjoy all of the pieces I read on here - thank you!
Thank you for your reverence in working with this sacred plant teacher! This article found me just after sitting with grandfather Tobacco and really warmed my heart. I miss my wood stove!! Thank you beautiful soul! 🙏🏽
LOVED reading this and then I thought to listen to it too. You have a soothing speaking voice and I love the stories you tell, rich with meaning and personal experience. Thanks for sharing your life with others.
Hudson, you always seemed to find the perfect words that explain a moment in time, an emotion or an otherwise difficult topic. Thank you for continually offering your understanding of the world.
Beautiful photo composition got me reading, reading took me on a reflective journey, the journey encouraged me to comment. I really enjoy all of the pieces I read on here - thank you!