I recite Raven’s Hiding in a Shoe, by Robert Bly.
Yes…a thousand times.
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Hello, I'm Abby Smith. I started this blog to write about the pursuit of a self-sustainable life in rural Mexico. Then my husband and I moved to Nicaragua, where we created a successful farm-to-table and in-house charcuterie program for a high-end beach resort. With mad butchery and cheese-making skills under my belt, I now return to my first love: writing, as a freelance food and travel writer.
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Ravens Hiding in a Shoe – a great title if there ever was one…. Good to see you back at home, I was missing your “poetry choir” of animal chirps in the background as you recited your poems!
Thanks, its good to be home. 🙂