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…

TBT-Eastward Ho! Part I

Almost six years ago… Almost four years ago now, my partner (now husband) and I found ourselves in the unenviable position of moving to the East Coast.   For us, the timing of the move was not something we had expected.  In fact it was years sooner than his ex and him had agreed when…

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…

TBT #2

I wrote this almost 10 years ago now.  Sitting on my mountain top back home, looking over Big Basin to the Pacific. Alone. Watching hummingbirds fight like jets, smelling manzanita, reveling in the blooming Indian Paint Brush. It was a good day.

BAD DOG!!! “No Soup For YOU!”

Well, I went and jinxed it. After a few posts about how well behaved Isis has been and posting a survival skills article that included “knowing how to dress and butcher an animal.”  I have to admit; I was kind of asking for it. Like the raptors from Jurassic Park Isis has been systematically testing her fence…

Life’s A Trip, Enjoy The Fall.

This April will mark five (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….

Petroglyphs and Pyramids and Aliens?! Oh My!

Last winter we got really into Antiques Roadshow.  We have been doing better this winter at not driving ourselves crazy with marathons of random Netflix shows, until now. After four hours of the show Ancient Aliens; I lost it and started yelling at the idiot box.  Forgetting Mark Twain’s sage advice to “Never argue with stupid people, they…

“I Only Know Enough To Know I Don’t Know Much.”

Because the beginning of next year starts with the end of this one I thought the end of last year was a good place to start the next. Confused yet? Don’t be. The changes this year held for us have been immense.   We have done many things and many things have happened to us.  It all begun…

The Eye, The Mountain and The Tree.

Sometimes (well ok- most of the time) I wish I could just go around life’s hard patches.  Alas, I find again and again these phases are not only inevitable, but vital if I am to come out the other side any wiser. Many times I go through adversity only to vow that the next time I will avoid the obstacle when it presents itself.  “That was way…

What IS Homesteading Anyway?

When we tell people that we live on a homestead we get a verity of reactions.  They range from “oh, you live on a farm” to “so, you are like one of those doomsday preppers.” While both reactions are not wrong they do miss the mark- for a couple of very important reasons.  One of the best definitions…

“All Things Are Difficult Before They Are Easy.”

8/20/09 Boys, It is just so very hard- hard to see you both smiling in pictures knowing that it’s not for me, that you don’t even remember me anymore. It is hard to know that I am not wanted in your lives, hard to know that people think that is what’s best for you. Hard to…

Letting Go of Giving Everything Up.

I feel now that so much of what I am looking for, the patience, the peace, the calm can only be found though my ability to let go. I have realized that when I try to change things I have no influence over, I find my greatest unhappiness. The concept of letting go of your expectations of control is easy enough.  What…

The Loose Ends…

 Devoid of purpose, I wandered. Making my way down the worn path to that old familiar place of fire and metal. The overgrown jungle of iron and found “treasures” from years of my dad’s ramblings. It was as he left it- when he left us. The spiders now sewing everything in their place. High on a shelf I saw…

A Week On the Fog-line.

This trip has left me with such an overwhelming feeling of thankfulness it is hard to articulate.  Unfortunately, that is not going to stop me from trying.  Here goes- I got to share the place I love, with those I love most.  It that was one of the greatest blessings I have ever received. I was once again…

AMEN.

There is a clip of Jim Carrey making a commencement speech has been making the rounds and struck such a cord with me and our current state. I was inspired by my dad’s death to take a chance and try to make a living doing the things I love without the compromise the comes with a guaranteed…

Weekend Mommy 

Life now only matters two days a week. The remainder pass with anticipation and preparation like a dream. Sleep is hard to come by so full of thoughts of you both. Waiting, wishing, hoping, missing. Then your here smiling and laughing. Both so open and loving that I can hardly believe my good fortune. Always…

Where is Dr. Doolittle When You Need Him?!

I have never subscribed to the notation that I am the “mother” of our many animals.  As I have written before our animals are not our children. Though they are our familiars. (Try saying that sentence five times fast.) They know you by your intimate actions and while they may not mark all the instances of…

When I was a kid, I swore…

That I would eat candy all day, even the kind that would stain my tongue bright “colors not found in nature.” That I would watch daytime TV to my heart’s content. I would never do the dishes.  Well ok , maybe once a week. And I would eat Marie Calendar chicken pot pies every night instead…

Once upon a time we lived on a boat.

A 27′ Hunter sail boat, I don’t count the bowsprit if you ask my love he will say it was a 30 footer- it. was. not. We lived in Santa Cruz harbor and life was…well, never boring (not that it is now) When he bought the boat, the slip that came with it was grandfathered in as a…

To Be Grown. 

Like many (or all) I became a true grown up by accident, or should I say misstep. The perpetration of something that I never intended to do.  Could truthfully never have anticipated doing.  In all my time till this point, I could I assured you without a doubt I would never be involved in. Well so much…

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…

Eastward Ho! PartII. 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…