My Hands

Have never known a manicure or file. They are bitten rather than clipped. They have been painted less times than there are fingers to paint. In many places they are more scar than skin. The fingers on the right appear to have been badly broken long ago, though they never were. They often spend their…

Work in Progress

Many of my paintings or attempts at art, never reach final draft status as the stacks of unfinished watercolors on my bookshelves can attest to.  Awhile ago I painted The Eye of Horus on canvas with acrylics.  It was a rough draft as so many paintings are.  I put it on our mantle and it sat…

Photo Challenge 2016- Autumn

Autumn in New England is a grand thing. The cold nights drive the bugs back to the depths of the hienus hell bogs from whence they came. That in itself, would be reason to celebrate but as an added bonus (or just nature’s apology for the summer’s unreasonable humidity,) the mountains and valleys transform into living…

Photo Challenge 2016- Rich

Drained and tired, I started the car and pointed it south. Clocked out and homeward bound. The day’s events rolled around my head, a tango of worry and stress. My music played with no-one listening to it. I had no room for the lovely sounds, only the voices of tasks not yet done. Rounding the corner, the…

Photo Challenge 2016- Summer

When you are a student, the word summer is synonyms with freedom.  At least it was for me.  My last day of Kindergarten I thought, “Ok, cool.  That was fun.  Thank god it’s over!  Back to real life.” Then came the next fall’s rude awakening; this whole ‘school thing’ was no glitch. Apparently, it was going to be a serious…

Getting All Our Ducks in a Row

I mean literally. My figurative ducks are all over the place!  However, I have found that actual ducks are easy to get in a row.  Step 1: Put down a line of food… that pretty much does the trick. Fun fact: it works for chickens too. It is a moving, quacking, squawking row; but a row none the less….

Photo Challenge 2016- Water

This summer has been a whirlwind.  Work fills my days + the homestead and boys fill the days off.  It has been difficult to find time to breath, never mind write anything coherent or take any pictures. With a few dozen employs and a hefty commute, it seems like I am always in-between one thing and another. Consequently, I feel like I am…

Best Present EVER!

This week is my birthday and yesterday I got the most amazing gift I have ever received. We have a tradition of handmade gifts here on the homestead.  Money is always tight and gifts are usually better when thought and effort create them, rather than a factory somewhere out there. I had to work but when I came home all…

A Father’s Day Flower For My Daddy

I have managed to maintain my cherub like demeanor pretty well these past couple weeks.  I felt accomplished to be so at peace with beginning the LONG process of placing my dad’s ashes.    His birthday was last Monday and until today I was holding up REALLY well. Two days ago, I was thinking it was nice to find myself in…

The Scattering Part 2- Dennis Takes a Hike

I grew up hiking EVERYWHERE.  If there were no waves, there were always trails. Through fields, down cliff to the ocean or up endless mountains covered by giant Redwoods.  Often past signs that read “No Trespassing,” all in search of the places where you can plainly see the finger print of god. As a child; I…

Photo Challenge 2016- Path

Growing up the martial arts community it is almost impossible for me to think of “a path” without the concept of the Tao or Dao.  Contrary to the notion of a well defined boulevard or road The Way or The Path has always been explained to me as more of an attitude than a plan. It is not…

Death and Snowflakes

The snow falling lightly on my window reveled itself to me one day. All the little flakes waited patiently to melt. Momentarily displaying their breathtaking detail, individual beauty and uniqueness. I was there to see it. But had there been no audience-the show would have remained exactly the same. Little frozen moments.

Eastward Ho! Part V. New Beginnings At The End Of The Road

This April will mark five (six, oh my god!) years since we packed up the truck and headed the wrong way across the country.  After half a decade of winters I can promise you that people headed west for more than the chance to strike it rich.  More like the chance to feel their extremities during the year. We…

Eastward Ho Part III. Our Little Mine.

When we drove across the country four years ago– one of the only things we DID plan was to stop in Montana and mine for sapphires.  Both of us totally dig (no pun I swear!) rocks and minerals.   There are few better ways to spend a day than to go gold panning or mineral mining. While…

TBT- Ode To Honey

Honey is somewhere around 15 years old. (Now 16!) This is a ball park estimate since her age at the time my husband adopted her was uncertain.  She has been such a blessing in our lives and rather than singing her praises after she is gone (an inevitability I don’t like to think about) I wanted…

Transitions

The thaw is on! This is not like last year, when I declared winter to be over out of exasperation.  Instead, I think the ground might be here to stay. This winter was very different from the last.  There is still more time for it to get gnarly but it seems like we have made it through with a…

2016 Photo Challenge- Home.

I have never participated in any of the online challenges that circulate the web.  This is not for any particular reason other than laziness.  Until now… The Aran Artisan is one of my favorite blogs.  Melissa is a native Mainer (basically from the next town over from us) who moved to Inas Mor, a small island…

Time May Heal All Wounds- But It Makes Homesickness Worse

My little town has always been the core of who I am. Even now as I sit thousands of miles away-it feels close enough for me to touch.  It still stings my heart that I am too far away to do so. Boulder Creek still looks the way that most towns in the West used…

Survival Sundays

I think it is safe to say that most male persons have a secret (or as in the case of my cousin, not so secret) crush on Bear Grylls.  I mean the guys gets to run around the world, climbing trees, starting fires and drinking/wearing his own pee- all so he can tell you how to survive…

Coolest. Person. Ever.

My sister is the most incredible, amazing, inspirational, kick-ass person you will ever meet. Yes, I am bias but I assure you- the statement is true none the less.  Allow me to justify my position. I have written about the ‘Little One’ a few times before.  She has made a life for herself outside of our family…

TBT: My Surrender to a Lack of Expectations

“The more things change…” This journey is far from over and the things I have learned are immeasurable and priceless.  Every once in a while I am privileged to have some positive reinforcement that my thoughts and I are on the right path. Surrender is not something to submit to or to accept and then…

TBW: Wisdom From The Lakota.

My sister and I were raised by a pack of rabid surfers and hippies.  When we were very young our Godfather, Todd discovered the world of Ishi-The Last Yahi.   Todd was already one of the most accomplished outdoorsman you will every meet.  For instance; look what he can get with a snorkel and sling spear- breakfast,…