journal.

a day wherein.


when i awoke this morning, i lay'd in bed, window open, and i listened to bird song. years ago, when i wrote my manifesto, therein i said birdsong is my prayer. awhile back, i revisited my manifesto and thought it all read sorta kinda cheesy. i eliminated a good part of it, rewrote it…

how to eat a turkey egg.


hold the egg in your hand and give thanks for such a beauty. give thanks for the jenny named penelope. melt a generous amount of butter in a warming skillet, and therein scramble the egg. transfer to a favourite plate. quite freely, grind pepper onto the egg. sit with a cup of teeccino…

a life sentence.


life goes on around here. the garden is fully planted. the crew ascends coyote hill every early evening to walk the rows and saunter the surrounding grounds and forests. pull a few weeds, give a ration of water, speak blessings to it all. there's always a litre of lemon water for…

wild horses.


i am mostly feral coyote. when i am near the sea, i am selkie. but, yet, in my heart, i am wild horse.  congress just opened the backdoor to killing or slaughtering thousands of wild horses. they also called for accelerated roundups to remove as many as 50,000 from their homes on the range. if this trend continues,…

doin’ it.


out and about early this morning. filling water barrels for transport up coyote hill to the garden. helping ziggy work on his bravery merit badge. searching out tiny violets 'round the house. looking up and seeing cloud ribs in the sky. a good way to begin a good day.  

garden days.


this year, i'm taking it easy. one day at a time. planting garden starts one day, sowing seeds over the next few days. as it turns out, i'm planting on even number days. not anything i planned, per se. but i am an even number sort of girl. it's a good life.…

there and back.


    there was just so much magic i find i want to keep it all tucked away in my heart and not have to limit the posts herein. all during the trip i found myself wanting to not snap any photos, wanting to simply cement each image into my heart. so,…

zig in a basket.


    mister jones mentions all the time what a good life we have. and it's true. so true. i don't think about it a whole lot, although i do talk to my higher power about it all, every morning upon waking, and often throughout any given day. i am humbled. grateful. lately, i…

getting back on.


i will never let anyone tell me it's easy to get back on that bicycle. i mean, hell, it's a tricycle, meant to provide more stability, and i cannot even pedal it in a straight line. i was so excited to go pick her up from the shop where i purchased her. she's…