rainbow weather

lunar healing

Forest of my heart 

can we talk about the dreams?

(douglas fir buckeye maple toyan manzanita black oak ponderosa pine, and the tenderest of wildflowers)

soaked from running in the rain. i chase after them.

checker flag and manzanita.

feeling moody from this full moon and tides

and then it crashes

spilling over

there are wounds we revisit.
no better time to get real than spending the full-moon eve tucked into the woods of the motherland,
sleeping in my old room

and sharing the evenings with my parents.

i spent my childhood barefoot here with twelve brothers and sisters,
raised by proper nature loving folk.

i now follow my children through the same trails, up the same trees,
along with my sister's children.

there is bliss
and deja vu


and a great deal of new understanding.

 fat clouds casting shadows
and rain drops.

yellow sun heating up our dampened sweaters.

douglas iris

pipevine swallowtail

thank you thank you thank you       for that astral body spins out of control... finding center. i told myself that if i found you that would be the message. and i found you. 

houndstongue

a new season a new rush 

A New Concept

following the children 

take a pikcha and send it to my dad. okay link.

my apologies for the variant in photo quality. the majority of these photos were captured by a 2013 water-resistant kyocera phone .. :P the other cameras are usually under-powered. 

finding mushrooms
hunting tadpoles 'n mosses

hearing come catch me come catch me !


(yelling it out a few times myself)

a huge mushroom!

Their excited voices as they share their discoveries,

Throwing sticks, jumping over ditches
Skipping stones,
we come alive outside,
we find our true selves,

the core.

this is how spring feels. the kids get wet and we wait for the clouds to make their way so we can feel the sun.

 the children are like beavers, little engineers, moving earth and wood to explore the change in water.

slow it sink it spread it---- rain water is so precious, we dam it enough so it doesn't run down the hill as quickly, filling the underground aquifers and really feeding the roots. trees store water too.

Teddy and autumn tracking us the whole way 

practicing their hunter skills while the rest of us forage and play

It just finished raining..
The sound of tiny waterfalls and bird song

nature heals us every time 

come across the pond I have a secret for you

that's a poisonous mushroom

let's go over here
Teddy won't show me his secret hide out

happy spring obligations to fertility.

the next day:

i'm packing. and i don't know where i'm going. panic isn't the default, mostly wonder and curiosity. i can go anywhere.

happy hunting. hid some treats for the pups in ty's back yard. (my old backyard, ;p)

agaricus? horse mushroom? meadow mushroom?

his very own growing.

 let's go i said-

commune with a waterfall in the most heart singing green valley

thank goodness for teddy that's a baby king snake! they're not venomous. he talked about this snake all day.

ahhh, spring in northen california--- a mushroom i'm too lazy to ID, happy poison oak, and turkey tails.

deep in the canyon

fairy lanterns lighting the way

 all i see is my mother.

give me just a taste. i'm listening.

our little guy still small enough to lug up trails.

can we talk about how much we've grown??? <3 <3 <3

teddy stepped on my glasses. snap.
linky wandered through poison oak.
the water was contaminated with ecoli.

and damn,

we felt good.

wrapped up with tea and harry potter with teddy.


the adventure continues..


polly compost