botanical fever/psychic visions
about two weeks ago i had this dream:
my niece was in a maroon cloak, riding a horse through a meadow.
the girl gasped and brought her hand to her brow and the horse stopped.
she was having visions, feeling vibrations, getting a download.
later in the dream my mom told me this incident about my niece.
and i tried to explain to her that i was there too.
that it was me.
that i've felt that before,
the energy, the buzzing----
and my mom kept on shaking her head -- nope.
tiny amazing sustainable food and farm conference in nevada city..this is jm fortier, author of the market gardener.. a bit of a hot shot in micro-farming with his success using hand-tools and no-till practices on less than 3 acres. |
creepin' on paul stamets hard. i somehow deleted my photo with him but luckily it made it to instagram! |
the plants calling/
rain and
even
more change
nature walks
school,
etc...
california native plant society walk
going to dye some fibers with these gorgeous jack o lanterns! |
little hints and clues. inspiration.
reset. reset. constant self exploration. rebirth. |
awww, steaming compost and cozy inky caps. luv. |
imbolc approaching, some days so goddessamazingly sunny. |
my brother built a house in the woods. we spent an afternoon sharing my mother's soup with our kids. |
roxaboxen. |
ode. |
james, a good natured cancer man, fussy and comfy in his snug house. |
love it here, great work james and fam, a great place to visit on a sunday afternoon |
so cute! |
all grown |
thai noodle, bell pepper, and mushroom broth |
studying up on claytonia |
obsessed with organic growth patterns and shapes. |
archetype |
little snippets of greening oak woods, pristine oak habitats for the wandering and awe. |
early bloomer, brodiaea, so in love. |
perfect native plant guild: valley oak, live oak, buckeye, toyon, coyote brush, monkeyflowe, all tucked into a little ravine. |
late january, the buckeye about to explode! |
sutter buttes as seen from the hills of rocklin, the smallest mountain range in the world. |
mini forts |
and life jacket dress-ups with avocado toast.. |
the clarity. |
he picks the classics for his book blankets. |
"a sunshiny shower won't last but an hour" my folks in pville, where we spent a night just for fun. |
in search of: wind sex. |
scramblin' boulders and sniffing the air like a wildling. shoes off, feeling primitive. |
great natural quarries to explore in rocklin, near my town |
seen this guy around? |
playing. |
a school glowing with color. |
and kid sized spaces |
spirit junkie on a path that i've never been on |
hammocks and nets |
still got that baby face. <3 |
no end to |
dweeby self portraits: your mom goes to college |
yep. he went swimming in puddles. |
dry and attempting a puzzle |
three winters, going on four |
teddy's published book |
i truly admire this kid. his strengths are starting to shine. |
violet medicine. walks in this amazing neighborhood. |
cosmic lincoln |
bed times. |
or emotional earthquakes
i've been in transition for the last year,
like a migrating heart through all landscapes and
elements,
alert,
quick on my feet
grazing when able
always
scanning the
horizon
still curious as to what my true nest looks like
called to plants
soul and body
the green whispers of nettle tonic
the energy of flower essences
herb tea and herb books
nature walks take me to my childhood, walks with my mother |
this neighborhood is a dream. |
thanks for the memories, color me bad. |
today brought to you by yellow and blue. |
the perfection of winter fruit and gravity. |
giving link a camera lesson, by jove he's got it! |
the violets and blues of winter bloomers: grape hyacinth. |
nettle patches speaking to me, hearing earth more and more as i remember that i am her. |
exploring.
the new norm has yet to be seen or felt.
some days
feeling so good and deep within the self
aww yeah, feels good to be in soil again, doesn't it? i know how they feel. |
or ego
or someone else
or time
but rooting into the soil of self--
the essence of being alive
and being nourished from there,
flourish from within and thrive anywhere
the nettle tea makes me feel amazing, and it teaches me to love and trust myself. |
the only voice in my head is mine.
it's good to be with these guys. |
last night i had a dream:::
i had wandered into a strange hut, the inside like a dark classroom.
people were dancing, huddled in groups, and laughing.
the teacher was a man named Kaypacha (a web astrology duuude if you don't know who i'm talking about)
he was so happy to see me...
he motioned for me to lie on the table.
every one in the room surrounded the table in quiet contentedness
and they proceeded to pour honey and lavender flowers over my body.
it felt like a warm, amazing bath of light.
i was transformed and cleansed
and in complete ecstasy of peace.
blessed imbolc, feel those seeds swell within.
there's a lightness that comes when i realize i cannot wait for everyone's approval before my own.
rebirth.
thankful for life and this path.
polly compost xo
Winters in California sure are beautiful.Thanks for taking us along your journeys through your photos. What an awesome school the boys are in! You have inspired me to go wild crafting and make nettle tea.
ReplyDeleteI love you doll. You are so inspiring xoxo. Dreamscapes, dreams and the cutest boys and little momma hen. Wearing grandma shoes half the time. Haha. Not the white ones. Duh. Such a magical world and you are deep within it. I love it. Thirsty roots blessed by rain and shine. You are both to me. Xoxo. Kiss kiss.
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