unslumping yourself

is not easily done. xo

lazy day

This drawing sums it up pretty well. xo

another

special boat. xo

transit

through the grey. xo

enamored

Lovely whales by Louise Jennison. I want one on my skin. xo

#19

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

wings

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

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

last monday night

We all dreamed of past loves. I wonder if anyone else did too? xo

free will

says to shed emotional baggage this week. I'm thinking yoga, acupuncture and hypnosis, all with ladies named Lisa?

whimsical touches

are a must.

xo

today

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

breakfast

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

xo

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.

xo

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.

xo

betwixt

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

backpack

obsidian for dreaming

smudge for burning

water for drinking

things to clean skin and teeth

gumboots

flashlight

p cord

open eyes ears heart

curiosity

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 

sleeping 

a 

Lot

and 

being 

cold.

I hope it all fits in.

Oh boy!

xo

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

details

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

trigger happy

with my new camera on my favorite lopez island. xo