by Becca Kunz | Oct 17, 2016 | Of the Spirit, Wild Things, Wildcraft
Pink quartz scattered at our feet, we walked up the rocky hill. Past the old tree house, criss crossing between junipers and piñons, we made our way through the golden autumn light. We had been on a hunt for piñon pine resin, or cured pine sap, found on the trunks...
