Walk with me. 

Don't forget your basket. The autumn air this morning at Hazelbrand is cold; the fog over Eva's Pond is hanging in luminous strands. 

And watch your step! 

Every plant under your shoe is important; each one is part of our web and part of our story. The pineapple sage just ahead is going into our salad, and the violets and mint in the shaded, weed-infested perennial bed will be brewed for our tea. 

For the soap we are going to make today, we will gather pine needles and rosemary stems and dig some roots. The sage and violets and mint will probably end up in the soap too. We don't create boundaries between what is food and what is medicine.

In fact, the whole of the land -- the garden plants, the weeds, the trees, the wind, the sun, the soil, the constant bird song - even in winter - and the life of the river, are all part of the life force that is at the heart of Hazelbrand, and indirectly a part of the soap and the art which we make here. 

It is the medicine that instinctively wells up from this land. Some we gather with our hands, some with our hearts. In one way or another, they will all end up in our soap, and on our table, and become us. We feel renewed by this sacred, constant pulse of life, a circle too big and too beautiful to describe with words. 

The best way we know to celebrate our dance with God is to offer you this gift.