My step-mother sent me this article about Ashfield, Massachusetts. We lived there from 1972 to 1977 (if I am not mistaken).
This is a sacred and special place for me. It is where I discovered the sacred voice of nature. It is where I first began worshiping the Goddess by moonlight. The pictures are mostly in town, although there’s a beauty of the lake; we lived outside of town, on a dirt road. But the feeling is there.
