Today, with the moon, Artemis' slender crescent Bow, in Cancer and the sun waxing toward high summer, we signed the closing papers for 11.46 acres of disheveled dryad loveliness. Yesterday, in the heart of that beauty and near one of the streams, we, in sacred rite, called for the attention of the Spirit of the Land and entered into partnership with It. Tomorrow, the Note and Deed will be recorded, and it will be official.
It is finished: we have the land for Haven. We are its stewards.