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18.7.13

sometimes you forget









thoughts that make me feel peace


heading back to the pacific northwest
where i feel most at home.
walking through the damp forest
smelling the earth
touching the trees
sitting still and breathing.

a simple cottage on a running stream.
large pained windows overlooking 
the garden, clothes on the line,
quiet meadows blanketed with morning fogs.
feathers and wildflowers in glass containers in nooks.
bread rising in the sun
soup boiling atop the woodstove.
shelves with pinecones, rocks, shells and treasures
collected by the little ones.
coffee on the front porch, my dog curled around my feet.
fluffy bed next to an open window
chickens clucking in the yard
barefoot gardening
fresh dinners from the harvesting
rainy walks down by the creek
rocking next to the fire nursing my baby 
records quietly playing

17.7.13

much to smile about












::life moves forward::

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

12.7.13

so much


life is very full right now.
in the winter my spirit grew quiet and i went inward.
the sea spoke to me and i let the tide take away pain
and return healing waters.
in spring i blossomed.
new buds of discovery emerged, 
and growth began to happen.
growth from seeds i was diligent to plant and nuture.
there were many tests.
there are always tests to reaffirm, remind and strengthen.
in the spring i also blossomed with a new love
and a new life that has begin to grow inside me.
 as summer washes over me there is a purging,
a chance to see inside myself and
apply all i have learned.
my belly is full of love, and a future i have always dreamed of.
i was given all that i have desired
was created for
have been working towards.
i am finally ready.
soon i will be creating a new place to reflect and share
one that represents this new place i am entering.
stay tuned
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...