seeking the wild of the everyday

Friday, October 10, 2014

autumnal joys

it's true: it's been 90 degrees. friends tell me of how they've seen birds trying to build nests. my favorite oaks dropped their acorns at the end of august. my mom's pear tree has blossoms on it. i tell my kids about the rainy falls i used to remember; the mushroom hunting. mercury is in retrograde, and this drought makes me as ornery as a woodpecker with a headache....but we continue.
 i'll take the shadows, the coolness that comes with the dark. i'll pretend the leaves on the ground dropped by distressed trees are of the seasonally appropriate variety. we cut out pumpkins from construction paper and learn about Samhain, praying for rain. teddy had a birthday so naturally linky tells me everyday that it is "mine bertday, mommy."

cute little farm near loomis.


we call her 'the mother.'

and she could feed us all winter. LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS ACORN!

the boys play on the rope swing while i gather from the bounty. it's pretty much my ideal evening.

and a lot of the nuts come cracked. so perfect. it's time for acorn flour.

i took my sisters to this tree the night before i got married, you know, my bachelorette party. ;)

oh the foodshed of the mild climate!! it's year round, blessed are we!

the bitterest fruits of drought, the burning of beloved forest, as seen from roseville! :(

the slight cooling perks up my roses and aloe.

look at these kids! tyler's sister alyssa came all the way from montana with luke and marlee in tow. :)

high hill

and the adjoining pumpkin patch

every september the passion flower vine at the whole foods gets swarmed with fritillary caterpillars. i took one home with some leaves. later that week a landscaping crew was ripping the passion flower out... i tried to tell them it was the only habitat for the butterfly but the plant was already out!
she built a little chrysalis and hatched on the rainy day and flew away. i'm going to plant some passion flower for the fritillary and some milk weed for the monarch. :)

the best day ever. this rain saved my fruit trees. i hope they hold on until the next rain. i want it to rain like i want to breathe.

samuel taylor SP, near san raphael and point reyes. so many quick and whirlwind-ish spur of the moment trips seem to be what i am made of...but it turns out i need more grounding, more routine, because it just spins the twister in me faster and i MUST TURN OVER EVERY STONE, and there is no peace. or that's what the internet says about my vata dosha, anyhow. :)

olema nap. :)

the sun! the salt! my favorite spa treatment. 

hobo dinner.

tent mornings.

duxbury reef, bolinas.

tide's a comin'!

teddy could check out tide pools all day. sometimes i feel like a inter-tidal creature: facing the pounding waves and the scorching sun.

ahh, the gospel flat farm stand in bolinas. love talking about what does/doesn't grow/swapping climate tales with other farmers.

stinson beach with my friend rachel and her sweet family. she is soothing her vata with moist warm sand. :) she is training to be a midwife!!

this mother and son are both seven years old. 
 i kept a journal when i was pregnant with teddy at 18/19. it's even agonizing to pick up, but i read the pages where i placed teddy for adoption and when he came back to me. it's a doozy. look at us now!
these boys are the same color as the roseville prairie.
 i can't find his birthday party pictures, but if charlie brown did a scrappy special on birthday parties, teddy's would look very similar. we had a pin the cap on the mushroom game, chocolate chip cookies, and one sad balloon hanging from a light fixture that teddy hung himself. SUCCESS!! :) of course grandma tami threw a party for teddy too, complete with streamers, cheesecake, and a flying helicopter. !!!
taking a pic of teddy, and link ran in! they crack me up.

oh boy , did i have to bribe teddy for this open mouth grin.

this is his preferred portrait. he told me to "keep it forever."

caught this little sweetheart looking over the walking trail bridge.
tea and zuchinni at carolyn's house.

she has a rockin' food forest in rocklin, and she's helping me with my spinning. all of my kindred spirits tend to be older than 60. hmm... 
i love persimmons! the fruits of the late harvest are my favorite.
praying for rain! happy for the little things that bring more awareness into my world.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

for matt and amy

: the truth.
practicing freedom.

we're back in the world where bills are delivered and dirty laundry begs to be washed - it waits, regardless of the magic that remains in the other realms, the realm of the road.

i was summoned by the call, by the wild, and drove into the limitless possibilities.
i had been drawn to utah and your home for months now, and ignored this persistent little voice until it drove me to action.
there are a few journeys that call to you, and they wash you with blessings and visions, take you where you need to be to grow.

eating dinner under a milky way so bruised and mottled, unseen in such a purity by my town in decades.

the desert sunrise, painting the red striped mesas pink.

green valleys, shimmering with cottonwoods, deep in the red stone bowl created by ascending cliffs.

protoge. wink. ;)

my fellow dreamers and schemers. oh the dreams are big and reachable. we know we make our lives what we want them to be.

winding through canyons to celebrate edward abbey; the passions he inspires, nourishing the earth and her anarchists.
post "wrenched!" viewing, q&a with the film maker and leader of the glen canyon institute, funding research in support of dam removal and canyon restoration. be still my beating heart.

edward abbey,
a hero, a warrior
a wild human, he preaches the good word
wild sunnies at sunset, swooon.
it was a tall glass of pure gold straight to the soul.

eco-terrorism is the act of destroying the environment for money.

working on my movie with an amazing creative crew, sunburns and cousins.

waning gibbous.

the good life, digging deep, relaxing freely in the moment of pureness

where heart and action are perfectly intertwined; following the heart leads to moments of clarity and purpose.
we are propelled further on our path, expanding in truth and limitless, unlocking glorious jewels from the hidden chamber of the soul.

it takes courage to align our actions with our true selves,
but when we do the soul gulps the waterfall of abundance and truth.

there, the fantasy of economics, statism, materialism, dissolve.
and the world as it really is, and the perfect freedom of peace and wholeness, are exposed.
we remember we are free.

i strive to wander more.

as we drive through rural areas exploding with development we ask: what builds community?
housing tracks?
home depots?
chain restaurants?
walkie talkie

you both are active in a small pocket of progressive and holistic community builders in provo.
a small organism of connected people growing as a healing force...this is what true community is.

(unlike the enclosed and disconnected mass of people of my town...let's build community!)
carl me amy

our caravaning families created a tight, symbiotic intentional community: where body and soul, young and old, are nurtured and supported. we're stronger together,
practicing for the long haul,

where the transience becomes less transient, and the house rolls along with us,
never waiting empty on some suburban street.

i stole this pic from your fb. next time our selfies should feature matt.
i always crave a kindred. i think i really found out that it has been you all along. the cards told me i'd find my people on this trip. ;) deep conversations, shared dreams, and our eldest sons sharing a unique genetic trait. watching you with jarom helped me understand my interactions with teddy, and that we're both good moms. plus kids who play together? even better! i think i'll be tagging along a lot more. xo

i don't care if you guys leave in the middle of the night, in a wind storm, because your tent broke. ;P

oh, the mothering instincts are strong in this one. bella is a dream girl. linky calls her "friend," and truly feels loved by her.

this quest has ends,
we understand more,
having lived deliberately,
sucking the marrow out of life.
we. are. free.

SUMMER 2015, east coast here we come!!!! :) xoxoxoxo