earthlings.

 we brought the fish child home for his birthday.

 one of those fluky magic 75 degree days with no breeze. just radiant heat.

the earth erodes and creates. i too am shaped by sun, wind, and water.

a mass grave of tide-beaten beauties.

how could anyone ever feel alone in such a magical universe?

 how three years fly. i can hardly remember the day he was born, but it would be impossible to forget--
we worked together through our fear, pain, and uncertainty- to certainty: the babe nursing in my arms (which he relishes still this very day...)

in the water for hours.

"when things are good, we should take a polaroid." -tim kasher

 when i hold him i can still sense that this is the human-babyhood. our culture expects three year old's to be so grown up and independent.

i don't think i need to write my love for bolinas

i am subdued by the sea-

the rhythm of the moon
crashing on the shores-

it slows all of my over-active fiery energies and i smolder comfortably on the sand, blissed out
by my own
stillness.

 it's a medicine day.

 we eat white flour and chocolate bunny crackers.

i read poetry out loud to myself, wanting to give myself shivers from deep and beautiful thoughts.

 farmer kidz:

feels like home.

"rag tag" would be an apt description of the crew at cattail hollow. they're quite endearing.

it starts with sharing a dream. and a dreamy piece of land. and some dreamy kids.

teamwork makes the dreamwork.;), haha. but this is what my dream looks like: like-minded idealists ready to resist the norm, return to the land, and DIG.

we plan to sell some farm shares, hoping to feed the community this summer. let's just say that i am ecstatic. no one can take me off my cloud because it's rooted firmly in the fertile earth. ready to take the joys and sorrows that come with farming. :)

 some pretty miraculous things all around me.

momma bear and nursling cub in a roseville wildflower meadow.

bike kidz.

 a photo for the annals of time: princess leia has her cake, and eats it too. grandma tami and grandpa kurt impressed all of us with their cake skillz.

perfect little duo, father and son.

the folks!

i am the wise crone, the dewy maiden, the nurturing mother.

 hobbits:

baagan kidz:

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom

the air smells

so sweetly

of life.

there is pain,

yes,

but the kind a child feels

during a growth

spurt.

love to all!