i'll be totally honest,
my life is very exciting right now.
exciting the way an adventure feels,
like frodo grasping his way through varied landscapes;
i think i know where i am going.
i feel like i know what i am doing.
it does not mean it is always easy.
or the path clear.
or without pain
but surely the adventure of life is indeed grand.
i meet the right people.
i hear the right words.
i look forward with courage.
i resolve to trust.
these photos were captured april-june,
taking place in a jumble:
portland/cattail hollow/my folks' place in placerville/roseville wilds/yosemite.
this post was constructed/neglected/composed in small stolen moments in the same time frame,
in a variety of moods.
these pictures want a home.
|we built beds from recycled scraps|
|diana, the goddess of green and creature and healing.|
a salve a balm
cooler than fresh cut aloe
on the back
after a full day at
|colombia river gorge|
sewing patches of courage on a protective sweater.
|really. it doesn't get any realer than this. :) omfg i love her.|
|wonderlust delirium; euphoric.|
|that wild creature on the right hopped trains and thumbed to portland. we met up just in time for me to head home.|
|neon sea of horestail|
|green future city|
|building coven networks|
|swords. all day long and all the night. who knew?|
|all i see is work: trenching sawing gluing testing. we finished building and tested the system in april. triumph.|
|what can i say? family comes in many forms.|
|solar pumped water. :)|
|teddy's school, where tree climbing is part of the cirriculum. :)|
|ryan in his tiny green thumbed fortress.|
|dirt beard/farm day|
|my beautiful momma. my childhood country home. i'm a blessed girl.|
|who puts up fences? these guys.|
|you can't fool the children of the revolution|
|mmmhmmm. but seriously, will you take me as i am? the soundtrack.|
|watching my children play in the very places i wandered in my own childhood. my inner child laughs along.|
|medicine for my mom: fruit on her struggling trees. the past decade has been poor in production, i think the trees are finally adapting to the weird.|
|be still my beating heart: we have a reader. :)|
|teddy's baby garden at cattail, first snow turnip. :)|
|lincoln shows me where he stores his treasures.|
|it happened: i broke a broadfork. :/ ms muscles|
|"havin' a hard time..." -lincoln|
|i call this the magic school bus. :) i'm ms frizzle|
|the rising generation----tomatoes and iphones in hand.|
|mike arranges "tacos" for the dehydrator.|
we have a strong, young, and creative team.
we're already composting, soon with worms, in a non-disclosed health code approved location. ;)
my dreams of producing for and working at a farm to fork restaurant are in the works.
mike's farm to fork restaurant resume is impressive.
the first time he visited cattail he built a bed and practially ran across the field with a wheelbarrow filled with manure.
he makes me feel like i have the pace of a sloth.
i adore the rustic earthy nutritious flavors of local produce.
farming is a public service.
|home is with my boys.|
it was challenging.
a healthy dose of bitter and sweet.
|introspective. lonely. granite hugs at home.|
|camp dinner prep.|
wincing from socio/ecological injustice--
an affirmation from the universe that i am just fine the way i am;
that i am not alone.
frustrated angsty teen years;
i adore these kids.
these are the two that hopped right on board when i explained the cattail opportunity,
and i am forever grateful to them.
we create a stronger vision and web when there's more connected:
i think it's time for a proper introduction:
|chrid: part cancer/leo/wizard/jester/yogi/radical cuddly house cat/nomad/bike mechanic/tree hugger/itchy feet|
|ryan: part cactus/prep cook/food-oholic/hip/surly/vulgar/quick witted/april 7 twin/hilarious|
|took them home.|
|introducing the brothers to the mother.|
on 49, golden and rolling-\a familiar
road from yosemite to
the hills barely lit
beneath blazing stars\crickets
filling the sweet air
stars so brightwelaughed
this lost clan
|the green boheme :)|
|this kid is a water diviner. :) he finds it everywhere.|
|a month after my portland visit my fairy queen blessed cattail with her wisdom.|
|it may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds... -black elk|
the words and feelings come out jumbled-
there's a lot to process
there is an old house a few blocks from my place, where the trees are mature
and the neighborhood full
|i park my bike and head in. ryan and alicia live here|
|so does howard. :) and maybelle and fitzgerald.|
|i've wormed my way into their cozy platonic triangle of bosom buddies.|
|buzz lightyear :) xoxo|
|we own these steets at night.|
at 27 i find myself on my own for the very first time,
with two kids in tow.
it's a little hard-knocky at times
but there are so many
signs all along the way,
dreaming the dreams
my heart keeps safe
when i found magic i knew i was close....
|foraging for clues and greens|
|can you believe ryan and that boot? hashtag farm lyfe.|
my flat tires
my heavy coats
shrinking my light as i hide from those shadows---
i set my sights on what i can bring into existence.
|linky gobbled the bounty up.|
|simple pleasures, like fresh greens.|
planning stomach fluttery trips.
you don't need to take the vision quest; go on a re-vision quest. ---arlington, the dish washer at the boheme, speaking to me in a dream.
re-calibrating my motherhood.
receptive to light/
acceptance of self. (thanks, amy, sweet sister.)
always more to come,