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Name: Sawadu
Location: Canterbury, NH

"What I stand for is what I stand on." --Wendell Berry

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CURRENTLY KNITTING...
  • Socks, probably
ORGANIZATIONS I SUPPORT
  • Canterbury Farmers Market
  • Concord Co-Op
  • NOFA NH
  • Seeds of Solidarity
  • NH Peace Action
  • NH Public Radio
  • MA Audubon Society
  • The Vernal Pool Association
  • The John Campbell Folk School
  • Antioch NE Graduate School
  • Canterbury Shaker Village
  • Médecins Sans Frontières
FIBER LINKS
  • Peace Fleece
  • W.A.R.P (Weave a Real Peace)
  • Hope Spinnery
  • Roka Farm Cashmere
  • Oomingmak Qiviut
  • The Elegant Ewe
  • NE Handspinners Assoc.
  • Spin-Off Magazine
  • Wild Color
  • Viking Patterns
MUST READS
  • Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver
  • The Omnivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan
  • Earth in Mind by David Orr
  • Ishmael by Daniel Quinn
  • Living Downstream by Sandra Steingraber
  • Silent Spring by Rachel Carson
  • The Sense of Wonder by Rachel Carson
  • Stolen Harvest by Vandana Shiva
  • The Monkey Wrench Gang by Edward Abbey
  • Annals of the Former World by John McPhee
  • Encounters With the Archdruid by John McPhee
  • Walking Towards Walden by John H. Mitchell
  • Reading the Forested Landscape by Tom Wessels
  • Selected Poems of Wendell Berry
  • Anything at all by Carl Hiaasen
  • Orion Magazine
LOOKEY, LOOKEY, LOOKEY!!
  • The Treehouse Book
  • The Bread Builders
  • The Lichens of North America
  • Andy Goldsworthy
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"When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
--Wendell Berry"