Technically I finished the book (skimmed a LOT) but the protagonist grew crops indoors, inside a house, deep in caves. Not mushrooms, things that need LIGHT and WATER. THERE WAS IVY GROWING IN A HUGE DEEP CAVE with no sunlight!
Peace tonight to all who are worried. I won’t promise everything will be okay, because everything’s already not okay. But I do promise that the bad thing won’t happen just because you didn’t worry about it enough. Here’s a small box. Put it in there. Close the lid. And sleep.
~365 Days of Peace
Great article, whether based in Clare or anywhere else.
Some men never recover from having been a boy with a mother.
Rather than successfully integrating their animus and anima and individuating into psychologically whole individuals, they remain entrenched in a position of hostile dependency in relation to all that is feminine.
