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Name: Julie A Carda

After studying dance in Europe, Julie returned to the United States and graduated from Creighton University. With a desire to expand her knowledge of the arts and spirituality, she graduated from St. John’s University in Collegeville with a Masters in Theology and Liturgical Studies. Over the past twenty years, she has taught high school and college courses, and facilitated workshops on the healing arts while occasionally writing for academic periodicals. Her quest to acknowledge world religions and the desire to expose the similarities of love and peaceful living, led her to travel, live, and study with shaman practitioners, herbal healers, Native American medicine women, Buddhist priests and other earth-based spiritual teachers. Through these experiences and experiences with global metaphysical teachings, she learned to honor the eternal Source of love in all people. Besides writing fiction, Julie is co-creating a Space of Love through advocacy for Kin Domains.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Fall Fruits

Wild plums. I stopped by the side of a country road to pick a bucket full of these. I think I did it more out of nostalgia. When I was little wild fruits were abundant in the mid-west and those who preserved food had a favorite harvest spot. Sort of like how mushroom hunters operate once they find a location they keep the details to themselves.

These are flavorful but the pit is larger than the pulp area. I'm not a big fan of sugar or I'd cook them down and make a wonderful jam condiment. What I've been doing is giving a few to the chickens each day. The red color and the pit seem to fascinate them. I'll probably find sprouted plum trees in my garden next summer.


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