A Poetry House

Moonriver was hand-built. I really bow to it as it actually defied all typical planning and control and practically woven itself into existence. It kinda reminds me of my poems. But I have NEVER really seen a building do that. It was really meant to be the workers’ quarters, but it grew into a family home and when we came together, we all felt instantly that it was meant to be shared. It calls out to be a place of refuge, of healing, of renewal and deep growth. It also wants to become a piece of art. A living place that records and resonates with all who enter.

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