How the Storyteller Got Her Name
My two-year-old daughter hopped up on the couch beside me. She laid her sweet head on my pregnant belly where her little sister was hidden away. She patted me and confided, "You're my Comfy Mumfy." I will forever be blessed by this lovely tribute.
Becoming a Grandma
Two days before my first grandchild is born, while contemplating my new role, finally my entire life begins to integrate in my head: how comfy mumfy, misty valley cottage, earth school child, unified perspective, abraham backpack, having a home business and ministry all integrate...
Comfy Mumfy lived on the edge of a farmer's field next to the wetlands in Misty Valley Cottage. There she had a bright, south-facing Kit Krazy workshop where she made cloth Earth School Child dolls for her grandchildren.
She created Abraham Backpack kits for the children and the dollies, and wrote stories about them. And when the grandchildren were old enough to go to school, her kits and stories included the Unified Perspective curriculum -- among other brainstorms.
She wrote a blog about her efforts, grew a home business, and eventually was able to quit her day job!
And she lived 
happily ever after.
Prophecy Story
I wrote this story for myself in late 2003 after being diagnosed with breast cancer...
In the misty recesses of time, a prophecy was given to a fierce and gentle people living high in the mountains at the top of the world. They were fierce hunters, and cunning, yet they were gentle of heart and laughed easily. Their tribe lived simply and close to the earth, and they were quick witted with fast reflexes.
Becoming a Grandma
Two days before my first grandchild is born, while contemplating my new role, finally my entire life begins to integrate in my head: how comfy mumfy, misty valley cottage, earth school child, unified perspective, abraham backpack, having a home business and ministry all integrate...
She created Abraham Backpack kits for the children and the dollies, and wrote stories about them. And when the grandchildren were old enough to go to school, her kits and stories included the Unified Perspective curriculum -- among other brainstorms.
She wrote a blog about her efforts, grew a home business, and eventually was able to quit her day job!
Prophecy Story
I wrote this story for myself in late 2003 after being diagnosed with breast cancer...
In the misty recesses of time, a prophecy was given to a fierce and gentle people living high in the mountains at the top of the world. They were fierce hunters, and cunning, yet they were gentle of heart and laughed easily. Their tribe lived simply and close to the earth, and they were quick witted with fast reflexes.
Resourceful and nomadic, they followed the wild food over the earth and through the seasons. Eventually, they bonded with their roaming beasts and became swift riders and knowledgeable herders. Still nomadic, they invented wondrous tents and furnishings to make home wherever they found themselves.
Around the fires at night, they gathered to sing, dance, joke and tell tales. In this way, the prophecy was passed from generation to generation. In this way, the original telling was lost, yet a mythical version remained: the heart of the word spoken so long ago.
“There will come a woman to your tribe whose body will be shaped like a man’s; she will have no breasts, yet she will move with the grace of a sultan’s favorite wife. She will be lean and strong, yet her eyes will be like a child’s.
“She will come wrapped in a cloak that is coarse and dark, yet when she opens it, the lining will be a dazzling blend of rich color and silky texture. When she throws back the hood of her cloak, her white hair will wreathe her head like the sun, and she will wear a single jewel at the center of her forehead.
“She will come to sit at the feet of the elders to learn your ways. She will honor and respect you, serve and labor with you. Yet she holds a treasure in her heart that you must draw out through her lips. She is a gift to your tribe from Creator God, and she bears a message for the poor in spirit.
“While she is with you, she will dance and sing and play the tambourine. She will make pictures of the treasure in her heart, and tell stories through movement. The children will love her and learn much at her knee if you allow them to stay by her.
“Her coming to you will be like the opening of a door. She will walk through and into your midst, and remain with you to the end of her days. You must discover her treasure. Ask her to tell her stories. Receive her and be blessed.”
