Wednesday, September 20, 2017

churn


dervish
"Why would you choose that??"
this is an exact quote from my childhood best friend the other day
her response to me telling her that the word I "chose" for this year was churn.
(really the words always choose me, or maybe we meet each other, as though I'm asked to dance and I accept)
I guess it does seem to have some negative connotations from a certain perspective...
its the only one that fits . 
The world is dark and ugly right now and I have been immersed in it in a 'can't look away from it' type of way, 
I feel hyper aware of environmental destruction, both global/abstract and personal/intimate.
At home our jobs are insecure and the anticipation of that change...
are we fucked or free? both? 
bombarded at all levels
here is the thing though, sometimes I start to feel like butter
brutally transformed
churned

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Processing

 basket pickup 
I've mentioned our CSA before, briefly we buy a share in a local farm at the beginning of the season, each week we pick up a bushel basket with whatever is harvested that week, a loaf of bread, and a half doz eggs.
caahn
t'maahtas
I like it for a bunch of reasons,  Its way to attend to where I am, and be present. placing my well being with a neighbors so to speakI am supporting my local economy by being a part of a small farm's business, and eating what is in season. I like that I am tuned into the earth at my specific location. I like the challenge of being presented with the materials and then figuring out what to do with them.
salaahd 
ready to roast
 Its also alot of work. I spent hours today cooking... corn chowda, quiche with chard and mushrooms, roasted salsa, tomato mozzarella salad and prepping for split pea zuccini soup.The challenge is how to eat all of this including the stuff that isn't a favorite (Green Peppers and Swiss Chard) before we lose any of it and with out getting bored. I get a thrill when I can combine 2 or 3 of the basket items in one dish. I try really hard not to let any of it go to waste and one of these days I will learn to can properly so I can do preserves..
The 2 of us will be eating alot of food this week!
makin' chowdaah
all foods are written in a phonetically correct NE accent, just because it amuses me.

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

The Faire

Pretty pony
We had tix for King Richards Faire last weekend. They were gifted to us and so we were able to treat some friends to the spectacle.

Giant bubbles are always a hit
Pagentry!
We have gone a number of times. It is silly fun. We enjoy the show, it includes skits, acrobats, beer and a joust. There is a big cat show as well. Many of the folks who go dress in costumes. You see many little fairy princesses, swordsmen of all sizes, and the occasional formal pig. A good time was had by all.

The name is Snorkles
Our Knight for the day

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Remembering

Remembering Dad who passed on this day in 2011
it was a complicated relationship for me, I am unsure if it was for him. I suspect so.
We did our best and it will have to do.
A small amount of his ashes are in the pendant/urn tucked into the nest collection.
For remembering.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

ready to fly

wild lettuce in seed
I let the wild lettuce grow as it wanted to in the garden this year. When it finds a spot it likes it grows TALL some of the plants around here are 12'  maybe more. Now it has begun to set seed and prepare for next season. I think the geometry of it is pretty.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Traveling Stones

Mother and Child
 Mother and Child will begin the next leg of their journey, on to FL and from there who knows?
The bigger of the two came to me from Nova Scotia, the smaller from Narragansett RI
I have no idea where they were before that.
Stones seem so stationary and yet they aren't at all. They move around over the course of their lives we just don't notice since they exist on such a different time scale.
Here are some thoughts on their migration habits that I found interesting
wrapping stones

Friday, August 25, 2017

Day Off

stabilizing stitches
Called in "too well to work" today.
I don't do it often and it was a lovely, lazy day.
I spent time poking along on the Magpie this afternoon
Stabilizing stitches and moon work.
Work was done on tribe 3 as well, I am learning the signifiers of this particular group and have had to backtrack a bit. Each tribe has an identity that is adhered to.. for the most part.

progress tribe 3

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

the starting point

tribe 3 progress

I start with the stone, Tribe 3 is composed of dark smooth slate
I looked it up...

Slate is a fine-grained, foliated, homogeneous metamorphic rock derived from an original shale-type sedimentary rock composed of clay or volcanic ash through low-grade regional metamorphism. It is the finest grained foliated metamorphic rock

 also....

slate: a dense fine-grained metamorphic rock produced by the compression of various sediments (such as clay or shale) so as to develop a characteristic cleavage

and then...

metamorphism

  1. :  a change in the constitution of rock; specifically :  a pronounced change effected by pressure, heat, and water that results in a more compact and more highly crystalline condition
I had thought that slate was simply sedimentary I didn't remember the rest.
A transformation is a part of its history too.
both of these qualities suggest a part of the identity of this tribe.
The core of it/them 

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

A bright spot or two


Some seeds I scattered back in June have bloomed, I hadn't even noticed them growing so it was a nice surprise. Another nice surprise has been hearing some Katydids! It may not be as many as usual and far later in the year but they are still out there and that makes my heart glad.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Boston Resists

Resistance 8-19-17
It has been a busy weekend. I found some people to march with in Boston, and some friends helped me get there*
The march was very powerful. To see that many people come out to say "Not in my city!" in response to Charlottesville gives me hope.
I am trying to process everything that is going on in our country,
I need to think about how we can find a way to knit ourselves back into one people again,
what are the common threads and how do we make the necessary reparations/changes to address the very real problems that continue to tear us apart.
People have good hearts when they can see each other and don't feel hopeless.
I guess that is as good a place to start as any.


* I will not drive in Boston. Some of you may have had the experience and may understand why I do not have the stomach for it. The combo of a  street layout that resembles a plate of spaghetti , my extreme performance anxiety, not knowing my way around and a big dollop of the famous Boston rudeness made me realize there are other ways to get there if I need to go.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Joys of summer

CSA Yay!
There are joys too! Fresh tomatoes, herbed bread and basil are a part of this weeks CSA bounty.
These are the first big tomatoes of the summer (we've had plenty of the little 'uns)
So its tomato and cheddar sandwiches tonight for dinner, and Blade Runner is on the TV
That is a good way to end the day.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Ripples

ripples
the force of one event traveling through space and time
changing the world in large or small ways
our words and songs ripple through the air
the lights of our world ripple through space to arrive on other planets eons after we are gone
I wonder if we would throw different stones if we could see all those ripples clearly
just thoughts....

Monday, August 14, 2017

Say her name

George Wallace on Twitter: "That little baby grew up believing in goodness and justice and standing up to hate. Heather Heyer. Say her name. https://t.co/82noPD35uU"
Heather Heyer
I don't twitter (I have enough to be going on with as it is)
yet sometimes a portal opens and I see something
in this case from George Wallace

I can feel the ripples of her passing through the world.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

a good way to build

learning
a good job over at thekitchensgarden lead me to consider how we build things, like people and society, how we teach ourselves how to be...
Tribe 3 begins
How we learn those lessons and reapply them later in life.
I find a great deal to relate to in the story and her pictures are always captivating

yow!
today I progressed on weeding and trimming the Bird Garden. It is decidedly overgrown, the springtime rain and cooler temps have created good conditions for growth this year. I will be transplanting some of the overgrowth to other beds in the fall
keeping it together
Last year (?) the sedum fountain tipped over and shattered, I reset the bits, replanted it  and gave it a spiffy bird nest hat.
Hat
Our nearby neighbors have cut down many of the large trees in their yard so the garden gets much more evening light in the summer than it used to, more dramatic now as it shines though the leaves. I'm considering how to use that to build something

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Looking for leaders

things out there are bad
there is a lack of leadership
I went out to look in the garden, for lack of anything better to do
and I found this.
I'm not sure what to make of it...

Friday, August 11, 2017

Zora Neale Hurston

balloon flower in purple

The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me. I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms. When the consciousness we know as life ceases, I know that I shall still be part and parcel of the world. I was a part before the sun rolled into shape and burst forth in the glory of change. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.”
—Zora Neale Hurston, "Religion," from Dust Tracks on a Road by Zora Neale Hurston (1942), anthologized in African-American Humanism: An Anthology edited by Norm R. Allen Jr. (1991)

I keep this quote where I can see it often
I find comfort in it, because as much as we destroy this earth, we can never take it all apart can we?
we are connected to the world, the cosmos and each other in ways that are indestructible 
ways that defy our own perception and our own egos. 
I will still fight for and mourn for this world yet the cosmos is beyond our comprehension and it will go on no matter what and in one form or another I will be a part of it and so will everything else.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Little Griefs

Katydid nymphs?
Over at Grace's Windthread someone left the thought "little griefs"
I feel them deeply
There are no katydids singing this year, and very few crickets.
Very quiet
I found these tiny bodies on the porch and I expect I won't be hearing any at all this year.
I don't know why it has happened
I miss them
I'll keep listening, maybe next year.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

pieces

Family#1  2012ish
I don't think I have posted this group here before.
I looked back and found that I first began wrapping stones in 2009
At some point they developed into icons, families and tribes.
Sometimes they are all three
Sometimes they have secret identities.
often they have stories for me
I slowly piece it together
like an archaeological dig

Saturday, August 5, 2017

the third and a triad

polishing and thinking
The other 2 tribes are resting in baskets, while I figure out what their stories are and how to best tell them. In the meantime a third group is gathering and 3 new icons are unfolding.
triad 


Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Summer sweet

sweet with bee
This wildflower grows in the marshy areas and near ponds like the one we live next to. This time of year the entire neighborhood is filled with the perfume. The bees that remain, mostly bumblebees, are drunk on them, this one barely moved even when I was quite close to it.
We have a guest for a few days Bri is passing through before he heads on to Arizona for a new job. So I'm off to visit with him.

Monday, July 31, 2017

New Stars

Balloon flowers at dusk
I noticed they have opened in the last day or so
this evening a small constellation floated in a corner of the garden.
slow, origami, shooting, stars

I am waiting for the kadydids to begin singing...
I haven't heard any so far this summer
that sound marks the change in season to my heart, to the late summer ripening.
I'll keep listening for it

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Buzzz

BuzzzzzzzzZip
today I took pictures.
I hunted hummingbirds
The new feeder is attracting a competing pair who chase each other around.
they are the epitome of small but fierce a combination of qualities that makes me smile.
The garden needs attention
so I spent time looking at it
one of the less overgrown beds
I went to Lar's gig last night so I am tired today and I want to just wander about and ponder stuff
I've started to nibble at "The Language of the Goddess"-Marija Gimbutas
I bought it used with someone else's voice inscribed in it
A textbook I think....
follow the notes?






Saturday, July 29, 2017

weaving the nest

7/28/17- On Thursday I picked up my CSA basket so Friday night was a cooking night: refrigerator pickles, roasted salsa, white beans and roasted broccoli w/ Dijon dressing, and zucchini bread. Keeping up with so much produce means a lot more cooking and much better food.
No pictures were taken
No other work was done

7/29/17- Today has been a whirl of chores and errands and appointments with still more to come and a night out to see Lar's band play to top it off.

Feb 2017
These two are in full on summer shed, and after 2 days tumbleweeds of fur gather in the corners of the house.
No pictures were taken
No other work has been done

Tomorrow I hope to take pictures
and spend some time in the garden


the foot soldier of birminham

Image result for footsoldier of birmingham
found on the internet, I don't know who took it, but I like it
Who gets to tell the story that is known?
this Malcolm Gladwell  Revisionist History pod-ep has some things to say that I found interesting.
to think about how we have passed stories down through the ages.
whose stories and how?
who was the audience?
what tales were remembered and what stories were forgotten?
this looks intriguing
I've got questions that haven't been answered adequately by the voices that I've heard
I'm looking harder for voices I haven't heard

Friday, July 28, 2017

words

I've heard people say that the English language has too many words in it,
I could not disagree more!
I love words.
I remember vocabulary list assignments in school would take me 3x  what it could have because I would start reading the dictionary...
bamboozle, firefly, scintillate, humidor and so on...
I love swear words too they are blunt instruments in language, they get the emotions out there and I find that useful sometimes... they don't really offend me, but they can be misused and can get really ugly.
I found this podcast on the c-word really interesting especially its prehistoric origins.  
(your mileage may vary, don't bother if you really don't want to hear people swearing)

words in play 

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Pat Schneider on writers' voices




Voice has been on my mind for a long time now so this is an interesting idea

I notice that it is a triad.

Symbols/icons are also on my mind

maiden mother crone



Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Making Do

My Grandma Myrtle was a good cook, she could get a pretty nice meal out of what was on hand, and what was leftover. She made do and I think she liked the challenge too.
I aspire to this.

swiss chard, maple syrup, garlic, cabbage

4 years ago we joined a local CSA*
we buy shares in a local farm and each week we get a basket with whatever came ripe that week plus some eggs and and a loaf of bread. Its a chunk of cash up front and a bit of a gamble and some times it presents a bit of a challenge, last week it was swiss chard. Neither of us are very fond of the taste, sort of earthy like beets. Tonight my quest was to find a way to cook it that we like because I fear we will get more this week.
Here is what I made:
oven 360
cabbage wedges tossed in EVOO, maple syrup, Salt&Pepper
roasted for 30 min, flip after 15-20

swiss chard stems tossed in EVOO, maple syrup, Salt&Pepper and 1-2 cloves chopped garlic
roasted for 15 min
combined with prepared couscous

swiss chard leaves tossed in EVOO, Balsamic vinegar, and 1-2 cloves chopped garlic
roasted for 10-15 min til crispy
chopped and added to a dressed salad of lettuce fresh basil and tomatoes.

The consensus was to save the "recipe"

....roasted nuts would be a nice addition to the couscous

*Community Supported Agriculture,  

Saturday, July 8, 2017

With what is at hand

3 sisters
Today I have a headache, too much wine last night and a full 6 hours at the dye table yesterday.
We have been a whirlwind of activity around here lately, chores and upgrades.
Trying to work with what is on hand, we are making the most of what we have, and releasing what we don't need, prepping for whatever is next.

a form of nesting
I am doing it in most aspects of my life
Macro (belief system)
to
Micro (wardrobe)

The tricky bit is that I'm doing it all simultaneously
The other tricky bit is how to share it

A line from yesterdays quote has me thinking
"when fences of enclosure overshadow the last scrap of commons..."
that is important
that fear of losing your sense of place/connection
that fear is primal
that reaches across the political divide into so many issues, pollution, immigration, policing, freedom, lack of employment, globalization, monopolies, addiction
There is an overwhelming sense of loss of control of our lives.
That'll make you fight HARD
I suppose the question there is can we find a common definition of the commons