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Homesteading Triage, Baby Owl Edition
When late night reels manifest into morning triage things can get pretty interesting around the homestead.
Homeschooling joy?
Have you ever wanted to relive the time spent during your youth around the dining room table, arguing with your parents about homework? Perhaps you would like to do that, all day, every day? Well then do I have an activity for you. Homeschooling… Continue Reading “Homeschooling joy?”
Surprise Pride Morning and a Tourist Beach Afternoon
Our third and only ‘free’ day of our long California weekend dawned with most of us still on east coast time. Breakfast consisted of strawberries, pan dulces for larger humans and olallieberry pie for the littlest. We decided to take advantage of the early… Continue Reading “Surprise Pride Morning and a Tourist Beach Afternoon”
Back to the Basics
I have been remiss in updating this blog, and for that I apologize. Especially to those who donated recently to keep this up and running. Those funds have been used to expand my allotted media library and blog site fee. The videos in this… Continue Reading “Back to the Basics”
The voices in my head vs the little rabid fox from the woods.
I finally wrote down my rabid fox attack story, enjoy 🙂
Dueling Dualities and a Two year old Shit sandwich
Two years later, a refection of life and death from my sickbed. 🙂 Don’t worry, I’m fine.
Canine Catch-up
The day started like any other. Ryan called me on his way into work and while we were chatting he said “ohh doberman puppies.” A random statement even for our morning commute conversations. “What now?” “A sign, on the side of the road, it… Continue Reading “Canine Catch-up”
Everything is different now
Ever since Sara died, my mom and I have been overusing the phrase “it’s all working out so well!” This incantation is said with varying degrees of sarcasm and sincerity. Finding something in Sara’s belongings that we thought was lost, but that she had ‘appropriated’ – “it’s all working out so well.”
Impermanent Beauty
As I look out our new kitchen window a muted pop interrupts my day dream of future gardens. I don’t have to look down to know that I should have been more attuned to the task in my hands. I sigh, and see I… Continue Reading “Impermanent Beauty”
The Pivot and the Pirouette
As the years go on it is hard to articulate the way my grief has changed. When I compare my feelings to the words of others, nothing fits. It seems apt for this time of year that those words feel like tight pants after… Continue Reading “The Pivot and the Pirouette”
Sara Quiz…
At Sara’s Day we made everyone take a quiz on basic Sara knowledge. We might be grieving, but haven’t lost our sense of humor.
Sara’s Day- The Book
At some point I will post my reflections and pictures from the day, for now here is the printed eulogies that were given to those who could make it. It was an amazing day!
Shit Sandwich Part three-The Spicy Pepper Anger Sauce
Shit Sandwich Part 3-The Spicy Pepper Anger Sauce
Some people skip this ingredient on their sandwich. Many folks only have a couple angry spaces they have to pass through in their grieving, and some of us get extra.
Shit Sandwich Part Two- The Meat.
Let’s talk about death, shall we?
Hey wait, where are you going?
Why does everyone do that?!
In this sandwich metaphor I’m embracing, it should be no surprise that the meat of this process is the grieving, and that meat is raw.
Everywhere I look, there she is.
Since she was born, it’s always been this way. During our childhood everywhere I looked in our small house there was a reminder of my sister. As we grew, the physical there-ness of her was inescapable. We shared a bed for many, many years and… Continue Reading “Everywhere I look, there she is.”
How do you write the obituary for the one who writes the obituaries?
She was born Sara Caitlen Gobets in Santa Cruz, Ca, July 23 1986. She died “Gobbi,” in Sabana de la Mar, Dominican Republic, July 25, 2022 from a fatal accident while working as a counselor for an adventure guide company. She left behind friends… Continue Reading “How do you write the obituary for the one who writes the obituaries?”
Shit sandwich part one- the bread
I was folding towels, of all things, when my phone went off across the room. Expecting nothing pressing, I kept folding towels. It went off again, beeping that a voice message had been left. I kept folding. Then it buzzed some more, with another… Continue Reading “Shit sandwich part one- the bread”
“Into the woods I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”- JM
Reflecting at the lake always gives pause to my bounty of existential distress. In order to be still and alone, I walked away from the cacophony of the lakegoers, along a path that is barely there, praying for perspective.
Pysanky 2022
I often refer to this season as the ‘dregs of winter’, when snow still covers the earth and spring seems like a dream. Since 2014 I have been crafting Pysanka eggs around March when the hens increased laying reminds me that spring is inevitable. … Continue Reading “Pysanky 2022”
When Not Sharing, is Caring for Yourself.
The pitter patter of cats playing brings me back from waking dreams to the present moment, and this attempt at writing, before distracting me again. Waves of feline driven attention lapping consciousness’s shore. This pleasant early morning dance between grounding myself in the now,… Continue Reading “When Not Sharing, is Caring for Yourself. “
Our Fluffy Angel
This November, I woke up early to try and get some holiday tasks done, but it was not what my day would bring. Instead, I realized I needed to get Isis to a vet, never thinking she wouldn’t be coming back home. She had… Continue Reading “Our Fluffy Angel”
The Sweetness of the Long Night.
Hidden inside lush darkness live things too precious for the harsh light. This is our time to rejoice in the slack tide of the year wheel’s revolution. Our future possibilities growing unseen, cradled in the AbyssLike seeds encased in frozen earth, safe, dreaming of… Continue Reading “The Sweetness of the Long Night.”
Perennial Heaven
I remember planing our first garden at this house, I was looking at a pack of asparagus seed and reading the fine print saw that it would take a whole year to get actual asparagus. “Who needs that?!” I thought. I was blinded by… Continue Reading “Perennial Heaven”
Nature’s composition is Flawless
This summer we’ve spent a lot of time in the woods. Every mushroom our daughter sees, she tells me to “take a picture” so I do. The abundant rain this year has made so many little mushroom scenes its hard to get through the… Continue Reading “Nature’s composition is Flawless”
Mama Baba Yaga
What grows within that fence of bones? Motherwort, with its thorny flowers towering above Jack-in-the-pulpit’s striped hood. Perhaps she has Poison ivy in the window box and thistle lining the walk. I imagine her garden full of plants that enforce their sovereignty, without fail.… Continue Reading “Mama Baba Yaga”
Hindsight is 2020
This summer will be 9 years since we bought this property. We, the world, and this little bit of land have changed a lot since then. When we bought this little house it sat in a sea of perfect lawn, it was the quintessential… Continue Reading “Hindsight is 2020”
Emerging
A narrow path emerges from the shadows of winter skeletons. Their fallen kin, line the way to a distant sun drenched clearing. Although I can see it, and even convince myself I can feel the opening up of space around me, there is a… Continue Reading “Emerging”
Stalking Plants
I have been tracking elder plants in my area over the last few years. A lot of the time I visit them, just to say “hi”, and I would be lying if I said that this behavior was pandemic related. It’s been like this… Continue Reading “Stalking Plants”
Is and Isn’t
Last week, a beloved friend of mine posted a beautiful letter to her mother on the second anniversary of her death. I tried to think exactly how long it had been since my dad passed, and I couldn’t do it. Was it 2012? Or… Continue Reading “Is and Isn’t”
Stir Crazy
PJ and I are very fortunate to be able to stay home, so we do. During the warm months it was easy to spend the days outside; walking in the woods, playing with the chickens and tending the garden. Winter has given those outdoor… Continue Reading “Stir Crazy”
Tales of a Toddler
Most days during this pandemic, I start by calling my mom and telling her all the things her granddaughter did to me the day before. More often than not, she laughs at me without remorse. After she regains her composure, she tells me I… Continue Reading “Tales of a Toddler”
Decking New Halls
Right before COVID took over our lives, my Oma made a huge decision. At 94, she realized that it was no longer the best idea to live alone in her home without help. After carefully weighing all her options she made the very practical… Continue Reading “Decking New Halls”
Howling Hearts Can’t Be Broken.
Thanks to the miracle of FaceTime, I could read the excitement on my mom’s dimly light face as she sat on her deck high in the redwoods, listening to the howling. “Can you hear them?!” She asks through her grin.
Valley of the Sempervirens
We grew up in backyards full of fire scarred trees. Playing in ancient flame hollowed trunks, making silent promises to the bit of earth that gently cradled our innocence. These monuments whispered reminders; that it is this land’s nature, to burn.
A World in the Weeds
I have worked in restaurants my whole life. Till the little monster was born almost two years ago, my life revolved around executing meal services. Front and back, top to bottom. I have held every position possible in the industry from dishwasher to department… Continue Reading “A World in the Weeds”
Elderberry Kind of Year
Last year, at the first herbal apprenticeship class, we each drew a card from a plant tarot deck. I drew Elder. A plant of wisdom, magic and powerful medicine. I was aware of its existence, but had very little experience with it. I vowed… Continue Reading “Elderberry Kind of Year”
Hope
Hope is the splint we use to bind and tie, all the things broken by the weight of a lie. It is feeling of relief that kindness brings, when we realize the giant is here to help fix our tattered wing. Hope is being… Continue Reading “Hope”
February’s Rose
Valentine’s Day is often associated with freshly cut long stem roses. The redder, softer and more fragrant the better- as if that is the only incarnation of a rose that could represent love. A soft, fresh, fragrant specimen picked before it has properly bloomed,… Continue Reading “February’s Rose”
Gifts From Gaia
This year, I found myself an unemployed mother. The basic tasks of child rearing are not a problem for me, though the sleep schedule and PTO suck. The most difficult things was adjusting to a feeling I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that… Continue Reading “Gifts From Gaia”
Homesteading Triage
I stated my Tuesday sure that the biggest challenge I was going to have was going to be not eating the pie I made the day before. As usual, my assumptions were spectacularly wrong.
Ashes of Sweetgrass
What was the step too far? Where have we gone so wrong?! At what time did we lose sight of that essential thing that kept us in balance with everything else? Was it when we stopped roaming with the seasons and started cultivating fields? When we settled into towns and then cities? Was it the arrogance of proclaiming ourselves better than all the other beings on this earth? What would living in line with our nature even look like in modern times?! Braiding Sweetgrass really flushed out these questions, systematically untangling the roots of the tree that is ‘modern man’ and explored how we can once again participate in the Honorable Harvest.
She’s Got the Whole World in Her Hands
*I wrote this a while back. It has taken this long to edit and post. All accounts of the gardens and sheep are not current 🙂 Summer 2018- Adjusting to having a daughter has been surreal and overwhelming in every way possible. There is anxiety that… Continue Reading “She’s Got the Whole World in Her Hands”
A Letter From Baby Jail
Dear mom, I hope this letter reaches you. My warden/guard/fellow prisoner will no doubt try to intercept this correspondence. (To date- she has postponed it’s creation by a week, using nothing more than dirty diapers and grunts of discontent.) She will stop at nothing… Continue Reading ” A Letter From Baby Jail”