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17.7.13

homesteading on my mind



there are plans to travel next summer
to find land we can tend, gardens we can grow, and that simplicity we are longing for.
i outgrew this midwest town moons ago
but for some reason it is where i have needed to be.
it is where i will nurture this growing life inside of me
where we will summer
where we will watch the leaves turn to glorious shades
and where we will winter and birth our little one.

this said, plans are in the beginning stages for our relocation 
to land we will steward out west.
so in this time of nesting we are honing our skills 
for a more sustainable life ahead.
Z is a proficient wood crafter and extremely handy. 
i look forward to seeing his creations.
i want to learn candlemaking, soap making, make butter, yogurt and cheese.
learn to knit, sew clothing, bake varieties of breads and goods,
continue educating myself on gardening, primitive pottery,
simple food preparation, canning and preserving,
fishing and fileting, the list goes on and on...

i am working on a new space to document these adventures
in the meantime
over the next two weeks: 
- blueberry picking 
- followed by: my first time making blueberry jam
- freezing blueberries to enjoy this fall and winter
- blueberry cobbler, pancakes, smoothies, and icecream
- butter making (hoping to find a source for raw milk)
- yogurt making
- lots of nature hikes (so glad to be moving past the morning/all day sickness)
- swimming
- crafting
- trying three new recipes

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isolation-rainy windows-rock hunting- stick carving- mobile making-picture jumping- secrets-cedar wood, sandalwood, lavender, lemongrass, broken green leaves and baby twigs- open skies that fill my belly- duality- paths that never cross- the smell of knees- red wine, campfire tea-home roasted coffee, green smoothies, yellow delicious apples everyday, fever dreams- drinking from cantaloupes- medium format photography- renegade art- dirty knees- patches- stripes-plaster- diy- reality and daydreams switching places- digging clay- oscillating fans- dioramas- tree worlds- travel tree travelogues- carrots- memories of my father that crawl across the floor, up my arms and into my cheeks- captured images- captured thoughts on my nightstand-turtle homes- hopes- sweat from hard work- long bike rides and aching legs- brushing my teeth outside- dirty fingernails- ink on my hands- unfiltered thoughts- originality- creating from beginnings-mint fields in mist- empty canvases,tubes of paint and endless nights- screaming songs into the wind- sharing secrets with birds- puddles, creeks, streams, hidden worlds behind waterfalls- feather tattoos-looking through paper towel rolls- defying Murphy and his law- green and blue- tearing out pictures- "Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...