source?

I am beginning to notice a the following pattern; about once a year around springtime, I injure myself doing something totally mundane and ordinary. Examples? Holding a baby. A relaxed day hike. And most recently? SLEEPING. On what was supposed to be a ski and yoga filled visit to Bend, I awoke one morning with a badly swollen wrist and no good reason. Four days later and I am still popping Advil like candy, indulging in self-pity and wondering, what is the deal? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? And when will it get better? I can't even clip my fingernails without crying. Sheesh. 

Also, for the past 3 nights I have dreamed about cats, specifically sick cats who need my help. Too many sick kitties and I can't help them all. 

Meow.

xo

juniper spoons

by angie. Aren't they gorgeous? 

xo

winter

Aesthetic birds on wires. I watched these perch and flock for several minutes before they disappeared behind ponderosa pines. And? I am officially tired of being sick. xo

last night

Dirty thirty fancy party (ended up at the west side), and a reminder from Journey to forgive the moment.

(that is easier than forgiving myself)

BIG LONG SIGH.

xo

for the skeptics

Some notes I jotted down on the powers of obsidian.

obsidian for hypersensitivity, excellent for blocking energy.  great companion for transition.  helps to let go of old loves.  a catalyst for connecting deeper within and going into silence.  nurturing in periods of change and transformation.  relieves worry, anxiety fear and negativity.  facilitates the journey inward.  helps to get you back on track or start up when you get stuck. to be used consciously for speedy evolution. relieves the emotional turmoil that occurs in times of change.  corresponds to base, causal, crown, heart and solar plexus chakras. provides a shield against negativity, needs to be cleaned often. when working with obsidian nothing is hidden and we are compelled to grow. obsidian is a talking stone, hold a piece over your ear and listen.  connects you to your shadow side.  negative energies are magnified so they can be fully experienced.  Use with care.  Place under pillow to draw out mental stress.  It can bring up the reason for stress, can lead to nightmares.  symbolizes self control. will bring out the warrior spirit in you. can help you rediscover forgotten abilities within yourself.  acts as a mirror to reveal flaws and insight to dealing with flaws. can assist in communication with the spirit world.  look into a shiny piece in low light to see images or pick up vibrations.  stimulates the gift of prophecy. place on the third eye to ask about past life issues.  Ask aloud and listen for answers. scorpio birthstone. helps sharpen eyesight.  unsuitable for children!

All of this seemed very far-fetched at the time. However, in the spirit of believing at least six impossible things before breakfast, I've been exploring the absurd and finding new tools. xo

victory

Yesterday was pretty silly. It began with tea, yoga and a hike and quickly slid into lawn games with steel and rain.  From croquet in the park to trivial pursuit, and I even convinced a jigsaw puzzle into the mix. Then we went skiing behind steels apartment.  Ahhhhh the productive summer of unemployment! xo

and so I studied the sea, held on to my rock

Have you ever met someone Truly Powerful?  

Consider me awestruck, mistrustful and already wildly expanded.

xo

inspired by

11 year-olds on 5.11s

xo 

day 5

Broke fast with nettle, kale, arugula and gratuitous ginger garlic lemon dressing.  I am intoxicated, energized.  Full Of Beans.  

Also, this small beast kills me daily.

WANT HER TO BE MINE MINE MINE

sigh, xxxx

love this dog

and love his owner more. 

xo

the long and short of it

As of tomorrow I am jobless. sigh.  It's been a sad an exciting week since the news broke, rich with celebration and remorse.  Wondering how to let these reckless kids go, coming back to paper cranes and simplicity.  It feels too soon.  xo

an anecdote of questionable meaning

Yesterday I came across a stark warning of imminent death.  I was wandering around on the side of the butte, little red riding hood style with my wolf friend. He led us off trail on the mossy spongy juniper speckled slope.  It was under a medium-sized juniper that I spotted the flat round beacon of intrigue, my first impression of a wide white mushroom. Then I picked it up, flipped it over and read the following  message scrawled in hasty black marker;

Death shall come to whoever finds this frisbee   

We played catch for a minute and left it there.

I feel a little bit guilty.

xo 

"Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls."- Gabriel García Márquez

photo by me

experiments in soul waking. xx

"the winter belongs to the ground"

I am reading a book so beautiful I can only take it in very small bits.  It's called Things That Fall From the Sky  and we're not sure where it came from.  Perhaps the inevitable sky?  xo

cardamom powder mornings, you have my heart.  xo

the only constant is change

new home coziness, crash pad couch.  xx

wishing serenity

for all the naughty frightened ones. xo

I had another dream

that we were trees