Sunday, January 29, 2012

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


Made a dreamcatcher today. I used a thrifted lace doily, a gifted owl feather and turkey feather I found. The yarn came from arctic lynx. So pretty, I hope it works! xo

I am not religious

But I sure do like churches. It's the idea of a sacred space that I like, and the architecture. Sometimes I check the doors if I happen to be walking by, they are usually locked.  So I do my reflecting in a coffee shop instead. xo

Monday, January 23, 2012


I used to jump from the top of the steps with the big feather, furiously flapping. I think I flew just a little. xo

Sunday, January 22, 2012

pattern and texture

I've been reading up on Chinese medicine since my acupuncture session. Perhaps all this yin dampening I crave is but a projection of my spleen health. Food for thought. xo

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

Thursday, January 19, 2012


In a dream, I reached into my hair and pulled out a three foot dread, as thick as my wrist. It stuck out from my head like an antennae, and I was thrilled! xo


Salt is the secret to good oatmeal. Did you know?

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

this morning

I dreamed I was a ring in a cedar tree, and awoke quite startled. xo

a timeline

It began with a sheep named may
I cleaned and carded
pedaled the wheel
spun the yarn
and knit this gorgeous hat
just kidding! 

here is the real one I made
it will look better when it has been washed.

took only pictures

left only footprints. And I am back from my soul searching solo on the bluff. In truth, I took three things and left a charcoal message and an arrangement in bones. I spent my time listening and searching. I heard raven croaks, eagle scries, wind whistling and some party noises from across the bay. I sang a song to a skeleton I pulled from the earth. I climbed a madrona tree and took refuge between a rock and a hard place. I faced fear over falling branches and snowy weather. I wrote a story about treasure hunting, a letter to Scott's mom and jotted notes on an ailing ogre princess and her matte-eyed marshy husband. When dusk fell early I retired to my tent and learned how staying warm was activity in itself. When sleep came, I dreamed of the mundane ordinary, and fantastical heights. 

Floating skyward on a sheet, I let go of something precious, beautiful. Lunging, grasping, I wavered on soft edges. A steady voice called out. And then? I sat back. And I watched those bright orbs and twisted strands wander, unfettered, through the clouds.


Friday, January 13, 2012


I stayed an extra day to finish up my hat, and then ventured out to yin for a preview (I am a cautious adventurer). I worked my way towards the bluff through cedar strewn ravines and deer trails, unsure. And when I reached the open top, there was a bed of most buoyant lichen moss into which I dissolved, unleashed a salty torrent, no joke. It felt like home. xo

frosty morning

winter island. xo

a list

for yin bluff

wool and down
tent and tarp
sleeping bag and mat
pen and paper
pocket knife
obsidian for dreaming
smudge for burning
water for drinking
things to clean skin and teeth
p cord

open eyes ears heart

I do not plan to eat, read or make fire
for at least 3 days.
I will bring some food
just in case.
I anticipate 

I hope it all fits in.

Oh boy!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Does anyone

else love graveyards as much as I do? Greeni and I stumbled across one last January 9th and took a quiet look. First headstone we read? It belonged to Olivia, and it was her birthday. So we toasted to her all night. xo

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


I am staying with big hearts, tangled beards and bright eyes in a creaky house. I have the attic room, which is full of stoic portraits, off kilter, and an eagle feather quill. Piles of unwashed dishes call for attention, ignored. I have had my hands deep in wool instead. Pretty damn magical, don't you think? xo

I have been

Chilly and well fed with stories. xo

Sunday, January 8, 2012