Hi guys! Remember me? Your friendly neighborhood blogger? Believe it or not, I've been working on some fairly heavy duty blog posts, of late. In fact, they're so heavy duty that in my push to publish the first one I kept not posting anything else. Everyday for the last week, I've "almost been ready".
Turns out though that they're also rather labour intensive. In fact there seems to be no end to the research and writing them. I'm getting a little lost in them, figuring out angles and editing and quizzing C. about the history of feminism. What the poor buy has to go through for this blog...
Actual writing and editing work is also taking precedence right now, so as always, have patience with me.
How's the beginning of 2014 been for you? Because it's been pretty amazing here. Not only is there a ton of creative energy available, but since starting to read this book, mostly at bedtime, I've been having many really intense, fascinating dreams. A couple nights I've actually woken up with some real insight carried over from the subconscious night-worlds.
Connections and opportunities and collaborations keep appearing and I'm keeping and open heart, all the while adhering to my new focus on things I really want to do.
Also, quite undeservedly it seems, presents keep appearing on my doorstep. I don't know what to say except, wow and thank you.
In the last week I have done and experienced some utterly ordinary, yet happy-making things.
I have decided that I might start collecting something after all: old mugs with herbs on them. Finding mug number two really pushed my resolve in creating this collection. Don't tell C.
A new old friend (as in someone I just met, but who seems like I've known them a long time) gave me the first year of Taproot back issues and this amazing book. I'm savoring it, trying to read slowly, even though it's tiny. Unfortunately, it's just strengthening my resolve to do a solo retreat in the next two months. This is less-than-fortunate, because I don't really have the time right now.
However, when things call you out of the wild blue yonder and demand your attention it's usually best to listen.
In addition to food for thought she also gifted me a sewing machine and a totally rad cranberry cardigan. And best of all: advice, support and her time. The most priceless of gifts.
I've been in such a good mood I actually had coffee today. I'm usually a tea drinker, because as it turns out I'm pretty sensitive to caffeine and function better without a lot of it. When I drink it though, I like it to be a treat. Like, say Cafe Au Lait with fresh goat milk.
Two new thermoses appeared from someone generous. I put out a call for a new thermos, sense our old Stanley broke and also because I need one for one of my movie projects. A friend's mom brought these two vintage guys to my baby-sitting gig and was so sweetly excited that they made me happy. She's getting her name in the credits for sure...
My friend actually had a really good tip for cleaning out the old coffee/other smells from thermoses: Denture cleaner from the pharmacy. Genius Homestead Hack.
Speaking of which, here's our favorite lunch-time trick. Lunch is kind of the achilles heel of my cooking. I never see it coming. Which is why I always keep a jar of miso handy and make extra rice if I'm cooking it for dinner anyway. Sautéing some veggies and herbs makes this snack extra delicious. The brand of miso we use is a bit pricey, but a little goes a long way.
Another new, lovely friend from the desert lands sent me a total surprise package containing a new book, her favorite salve, a recommendation for dish soap (the company also makes this bar shampoo), an amazing blank Moomin-themed notebook and best of all: a handwritten note.
I've been obsessively wearing this-little-red-riding-hood of dreams that Sara sent me. I mean, damn girl! I swear its got powers...
My husband used to be a star athlete in junior high. Well, apparently, he was just pretty small, which made him a good fit for a coxswain. He's had the jacket for about twenty years, but re-discovered it during moving shenanigans. Just don't tell him letterman jackets are in fashion.
Little cat was ill this week, but hopefully she's on the mend. Apparently she got into some sort of near-death-match. Her tail was all swollen and sore and she slept for days on end and had a fever.
"But mama, you should see the other cat."
I've worked at putting more vintage stuff up on my etsy, but it seems to be selling as fast as I can add it. Which is a total blessing, don't get me wrong, but it just makes me feel like I'm never quite keeping up. I'm still on this huge kick about 90s red polkadot dresses and had a heck of a time deciding to let go of this one.
To taunt me at my desk, the weather has been beautiful, foggy in the morning, sunny during the day, cold and clear at night. Yesterday I biked my nine miles from work in moonlight so bright I barely needed my flashlight to see ahead. Just as I was turning to our road the swans that sometimes winter in the marsh below us, began honking loudly at the moon.
Today I walked for miles around the marsh, following deer tracks, then rode my bike all over the neighborhood. The sun made it feel like spring, light as air and sweet.
Yeah. So far it's been a grand year. How is yours?