Talking In My Sleep

      For the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens, It fills the endless yearning of the soul. It lives within a star too far to dream of, It lives within each part and is the whole.   It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home.                                                                           Joe Henry   A few weeks ago my wife and I purchased property adjacent to our own in northern Vermont.  It consists of 21 acres of tiered meadows alongside wooded hillsides and ravines.  A small, two-story house sits along the road that leads from nearby Lowell Village up H...