From a Poet

Where the Mushroom Grows Those places where the mushroom grows are magical.  To the most inconspicuous part of ground they give an importance that does not exist in any other circumstance, and often leads us into a meditation on nature.  The robin, the squirrel, and even deer are apt to cross our path, along with other birds, and the tracks of mysterious animals, so that a mystical attachment begins to appear, as if we had passed the gates of some forbidden land.  There is always something in the back of the mind anticipating an encounter with the unknown, but going into the underbrush, or pushing aside dead leaves, enlightens a courage that is almost as ancient as it is foreign to our daily lives.  Those who find what they are looking for have always been searching for something else. Douglas Thornton