Dance around the bonfire.
toast the new year.
honor your ancestors.
be thankful for the harvest.
share the feast.
enjoy the night.
Happy Halloween.
Blessed Samhain.
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Poof. Part two. take 27. the plaster
live well.
love each other.
Getting into a rhythm
When people originally heard of this hair brain idea, the first (and unanimous) response was..."how on earth are you going to make it through the winter?" followed by a variety of suggestions and warnings of cabin fever and how to survive it. The problem, though, is not the winter itself (if you are prepared). it is winter afterall. You head into it fully stocked with provisions, heat source, secondary heat source, back-up to secondary heat source, fuel for the generator in case all else fails and a large array of reading materials. You expect large amounts of snow, intense cold and long hours of solitude. It is winter afterall. And when the temperature isn't cold enough to take your breath away or instantly freeze solid the tears from your wind stung eyeballs- it is a glorious place to explore and wander, a sanctuary of mother nature's hardiest creations. No, it is not the winter that is the problem. In reality, and most obsurdly, it is the Spring that gives the most issue when trying not to go one hundred percent, over the edge, bat-shit crazy.
let me explain.
There are months of snow up to your arse, winds storming off the lake at a blistering speed and ice jams higher than you can reach. weeks of being entertained (and some what amused) by the scufflings of predator/prey survival dances outlined in snow. Days of walking to the end of the drive and standing, swallowed in the silence and in the knowing that, besides your one 'neighbor' there are thirty miles between you and any other human. all surreal and empowering experiences (which I strongly recommend be experienced) and yet, the spirit longs for a change. whether through nature or nurture, we look forward to the time of sunshine and growth. Long, warm days. Cool starry nights. warm earth and green leaves. It lingers in your mind, teasing you as if a dream you can almost remember.
one day, you wake up to the most glorious sunshine. Spring has sprung, the Equinox has passed, the ice shards have receded and little pokes of life start to emerge. The lake turns brighter blue, you hear the cry of a far off gull returning home and your wonderful warming world looks like this:
Yeah! it's Spring! it's Spring! you brave the still brisk morning air, crawl out of the cave fresh with coffee in hand to sit and revel in the splender of the day. Warry but hopeful.
The next day- oh can it be??!! more of the same! It must be true! Spring is here!sunshine and the twitter of birds. Breathe deep, take it all in. The crisp blast of oxygen hits the brain like a drug and you can't help yourself. you know your just setting yourself up, but, oh its so good. and Plans. you have Plans. lots and lots of plans. Plans that have been fostering in your mind these frigid months come spewing out like a volcano. Garden layouts, seed catalogs, deadlines to order chicks and keets and onion sets. Fences to repair and grounds to shore. winter storm damage to be repaired and cleaned up. Time to get out the equipment, check all the lines and gauges and fuel levels. Rake. where is the rake? oh, but life is grand. and happy. and sunny. and you have been set free unto the world again. YIPEEEeeee.
The next day, you leap from your bed fresh from the dream of thawing earth. Distracted by the thoughts of garden beds and baby goats. brush your teeth, brew the coffee, toast the bread. scratch that, you'll eat later- it's still early. Boots on, coat. work gloves. open door...... BAM
your world now looks like this:
oh what a fickle mistress this mother nature is! Cursing the wind, slam the door, strip the clothes. Return to bed with covers securely tucked over your head. Avoid news and weather for three days. Start process over again.
And so it goes. Hope and disappointment. Sun ladened mornings and harsh, icing nights. an entire month. and then the next. month. Those beautiful months the rest of the world knows as Spring, we just simply now refer to as. ugh.
So here we are at the end of April and it seems that the farm is starting to get into a rhythm. The weather has held for one week. and by held, i mean to say that we have had no snow. atleast none that has reached the ground and has had the nerve to stay. Loads of rain- but then that is always a good thing.
and yesterday, in a moment of defiance, I donned my winter get-up, masked my face, grabbed the keys and scooted around the Point. I may have froze my arse off, but I think mother nature has gotten the point. I will not go quietly.
and I was rewarded for my efforts with this beauty.
let me explain.
There are months of snow up to your arse, winds storming off the lake at a blistering speed and ice jams higher than you can reach. weeks of being entertained (and some what amused) by the scufflings of predator/prey survival dances outlined in snow. Days of walking to the end of the drive and standing, swallowed in the silence and in the knowing that, besides your one 'neighbor' there are thirty miles between you and any other human. all surreal and empowering experiences (which I strongly recommend be experienced) and yet, the spirit longs for a change. whether through nature or nurture, we look forward to the time of sunshine and growth. Long, warm days. Cool starry nights. warm earth and green leaves. It lingers in your mind, teasing you as if a dream you can almost remember.
one day, you wake up to the most glorious sunshine. Spring has sprung, the Equinox has passed, the ice shards have receded and little pokes of life start to emerge. The lake turns brighter blue, you hear the cry of a far off gull returning home and your wonderful warming world looks like this:
The next day- oh can it be??!! more of the same! It must be true! Spring is here!sunshine and the twitter of birds. Breathe deep, take it all in. The crisp blast of oxygen hits the brain like a drug and you can't help yourself. you know your just setting yourself up, but, oh its so good. and Plans. you have Plans. lots and lots of plans. Plans that have been fostering in your mind these frigid months come spewing out like a volcano. Garden layouts, seed catalogs, deadlines to order chicks and keets and onion sets. Fences to repair and grounds to shore. winter storm damage to be repaired and cleaned up. Time to get out the equipment, check all the lines and gauges and fuel levels. Rake. where is the rake? oh, but life is grand. and happy. and sunny. and you have been set free unto the world again. YIPEEEeeee.
The next day, you leap from your bed fresh from the dream of thawing earth. Distracted by the thoughts of garden beds and baby goats. brush your teeth, brew the coffee, toast the bread. scratch that, you'll eat later- it's still early. Boots on, coat. work gloves. open door...... BAM
your world now looks like this:
And so it goes. Hope and disappointment. Sun ladened mornings and harsh, icing nights. an entire month. and then the next. month. Those beautiful months the rest of the world knows as Spring, we just simply now refer to as. ugh.
So here we are at the end of April and it seems that the farm is starting to get into a rhythm. The weather has held for one week. and by held, i mean to say that we have had no snow. atleast none that has reached the ground and has had the nerve to stay. Loads of rain- but then that is always a good thing.
and yesterday, in a moment of defiance, I donned my winter get-up, masked my face, grabbed the keys and scooted around the Point. I may have froze my arse off, but I think mother nature has gotten the point. I will not go quietly.
and I was rewarded for my efforts with this beauty.
another defiant creation. did you know, that when the willow warms with the spring, its new tendrils are flamed in the most delightful yellow? The willow is fast becoming a favorite in my love affair with trees.
till then,
live well.
be happy.
on summer travels and things that caught my eye
I always rather enjoy the travels of summer, or should i say the drives of summer as I rarely fly to my destinations domestically- i guess you can say i am a child of the *road trip*- a few snacks, a rucksack, a camera and a map and i am good to go. travel by plane and you miss the richness of the american road and all it has to offer. you just need to get off the highway now and again to make sure you catch it.
this summer the direction was south. the starting point; where new york meets canada. the finish line was the treasure coast. 1,380 miles, 8 states, 4 weeks and a whole lot of coffee. (thank god for starbucks venti quad mochas. how would i function?)
the coastal route has the best architecture. and once you get into the deep south- it's as if
you stepped back in time.
can you just imagine what the inside of this old theatre looks like? i silently hope they
have restored it to its original grandeur as i pass by. that would be lovely.
Bob's your uncle. Fannie's your aunt. Life is good. enough said.
while i always enjoy the journey- the finish line is well met and there
is still work to be done. and so we move on to Halloween!
Welcome to the Spirits in Sanford!
Did i mention that the women at the Jeanine Taylor Folk Art Gallery have a way
with entertaining? would you have ever thought of a prosciutto brain skull. very cool.
(me being goofy, again, in front of my doll display. )
after years of seeing their work via everywhere, this was my first show with the ever-so-charming Jorge de Rojas and the quite adorable (i can call him adorable 'cause he's the one in the stripey tights and buckle shoes!) Allen Cunningham. Both have hearts of gold and a talent unique as they are. it certainly was a pleasure to hob with them for a while.
the new steampunk zombie ornaments were unleased at Spirits, and i am thrilled to say they were very well received. while they have just about sold out, there are a few that you can purchase here .
And after all of that excitement, the miles on the road, the intense southern heat (yes, 82 degrees is INTENSE in October for a northern girl!), concerts on the warf and barefoot midnight strolls in the surf- i reach the mountains again...
Looking forward to the slight chill in the autumn air, candle-lit pumpkins, crunching leaves beneath my feet; the wonder that is the season between summer and winter.
let's just say mother nature had other plans.
♥*¨)¸.·´¸.·*´¨live well.
¸.·´¸.·*´¨) ¸.·*love each other.
To all of my beautiful friends, fans and followers;
May your lives be as blessed as you have made mine.
A Very Happy Christmas.
live well.
love each other.
there are some things i know for certain ~ a practical magic blog party <[:0)
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"Can LOVE travel back in time and heal a broken heart?... I'd like to think so.
There are some things I know for certain:
Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder.
Keep ROSEMARY by your garden gate.
Plant lavender for luck"
Roses are worth the thorns.
"Being NORMAL is not necessarily a virtue.. "
Make room for Fae.
Twinkle lights are always a good idea.
costumes are a necessity.
destinations may be in more than one direction.
find comfort in rain.
"Magic ... has power because you BELIEVE it does."
sometimes it's best to throw off conventional formality and...
be as silly as possible.
love what you do.
"Twelve's BETTER"
stand in awe of the world.
smiling makes more than just you happy.
"There's a little WITCH in every woman"
karma will care for betrayals.
trust in your guardians.
celebrate change.
look for guidance from your elders.
find strength in silence.
do with intention.
believe that the stars will guide you.
"And fall in LOVE whenever you can."
live well.
love each other.
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