Even through the rain, these last few days here at the Hostel in the Forest, the sweet smell of Jasmine growing on the Oak in front of the domes is permeating. The baby chicken born recently was named Chic Nugget but has also not been seen the last few days. On the up side, another chicken has been roosting on 13 eggs so we may have a few more range hens on the way, alongside of quite a few that we had ordered. By June this place may be crowded with delightful little chicks.

As for the hostel staff, even in the relaxing rain, reading books, and storm watching, we have been as busy as bees. The garden has just been completely cleaned and is bursting with the fruits of our labor. The compost revolution has made further progress, and we have been planning out the upcoming retreat. We will be having all sorts of events ranging from drumming and body art to writing and performance. We even have Murray taking us back 25 years to discuss and listen to audio recordings made here 25 years ago along with other Coastal Georgia slave songs and shouts.

Looking forward to seeing you there�

May the Forest be with You,

Mikey