the last sunrise from Guilford for a while.
The lake
a good bunch of people that I love a lot
One of Tiny Dancers lambs
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Reality of now
I just now remembered that this blog is. It is a story, a tracker, a processor, a rememberer, an message, a connector, and a lot of other this. Right now, figured when I have unlimited time and internet access, pictures do not want to download but words I can do.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
Blog post
I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
A lot has ah appended since the last post but wht is not jotted down here is not, still happened, but is not part of this..l maybe one day, maybe not.
Anyway... Welcome back to the blog and certain parts of my story. While there is an ending to the next 6 months I am not sure what to call it. There is always an ending. Everything is temporary, though some are more re temporary than others. I like this exploring, living, being real, struggling, tasting life, and trusting. There are things to do, some of which I am excited about and some that I am less excited about, but that is ok. I am ok! And happy to be able to say that.
Here are some words I wrote earlier today.
Blog post
I am currently in buckfastleigh, a little town just outside of totnes, staying with Jane. Her room smells of sweet fire smoke from her buckskin and dehydrated wild mushrooms.
I have a hot war bottle against me to warm me. It is not cold cold but my bones are cold. Last night I slept on a full length sheep pelt. It was amazing, so cozy and warm and made it feel like I was floating.
The night before I slept on a boat in Bristol we cara and the night before that I slept on the floor of a studio home win forest row. Where I wake up and how I fall asleep is pretty important to me. It shapes my days and makes things hard and or fills me with joy.
I am so glad I am doing what I am doing but already I was so grateful for a bed, a place that I could relax without needing to keep half an eye on my bag and fiddle, and somewhere where I could do laundry.
I had neat interactions yesterday. I spent what felt like a good amount of time along the side of the road wi my thumb out. Although I did get cold and hungry and the sun was setting pretty quickly I found myself laughing to myself and singing my heart out.
..careful what up wish for, cause you just might get it all... Feels very applicable to this chapter in my life. I heard that song at the airport as I was sitting at the gate and letting the tears clean my cheeks.
Right now I am in a little English kitchen with just what it needs and an odd mix of canned soup and foraged dehydrated crab apples soaking in elderberry juice. Hm! On the other side of the wall I can hear Jane and her 2 band mated making music. They are recording a melody of Celtic and klezmer music. It is really nice!
Already I can feel my way of thinking changing. Tomorrow for instance I may wander around morten hampsted until the Irish session where I can he fully catch a ride to embercombe or I may busk rand totnes and get myself to embercombe from there. Time will tell and I am ok with leaving that up in the air, even though I do like plans. There is a billboard all over London and Bristol that says, 'life is better when up have a plan,' I am not sure what is for exactly, but it keeps catching my eyes.
I just had a lovely bowl of rice we leeks, and some sort of simple, salty, and delicious paste mixed in. It hit e spot and filled an open space in my stomach. This morning I had porridge with carob in it.
This is a funny spot...my head, my heart, my body, this space, this blog.
I think part of why I feel so very uprooted is I haven't had more than an hour kitchen time, where is was making something, in over a week. Borrow re leaving grandad's i made some carrot and potato soup. Already I have entered and left the world of England where builders tea is what everyone drinks. The first non English breakfast tea I had was at the studio home where James and I stayed. I had surprise tea which turned out to be the same exact type of tea I had when I was at balcombe making tea next to James in my last morning there. Cycles...! This world...!
The woman next to me when I was busking was a good reminder of how good people can be. That put me in good spirits and those good spirits brought more care and love from strangers into my life.
There is always something going on. Can choose to participate or not, that is my call and more than anything I am responsible for caring for myself. It feels good.
I will say, kind of as a disclaimer that with the iPad I am currently using for all computer things in my life is not allowing me to retread what I wrote above so all I can do is hope that there are not too many typos or confusing sections of words... Either way it feels good to be writing on this blog again. I want to remember.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Cobb, Bauman, Thoughts, and Life
Well... I just remembered that this was a thing.
Life is constantly changing.
Living in Cobb feels like routine.
Spending time in Bauman once the sun has set is normal.
Having dirty hands and walking a fair amount each day.
I am tying up loose ends here, mostly physically by packing and fidgeting around with my stuff.
No idea what this weekend will be like - like life really.
The deer antler ring, yellow and black bracelet, the brown and grey bracelet, and the bale twine anklet are the only accessories I wear everywhere.
Today when I met with Gaither I was wearing non farmy clothes during the day,
and it felt bizzare.
I packed books, food, and layers in my new purple back pack and do not have a plan of when to return to Cobb this weekend, I am going to see what happens.
The crop rotation chart is something I must do.
I anticipate watching some Sherlock tonight with Lucas, Rachel, Eli (visiting!), and Lilie. :)
I am a big fan of how often I have warm socks on. Mostly a fan of the socks. My feet do miss being barefoot but they are staying warm and are awfully clean.
There are things in my near future I am looking forwad to and there are things in my near future I am not looking forward to.
-Vince gets back; 1 or 2 nights before I leave Guilford
-meeting up with D'vorah to catch up (how are things...?) and exchange iPad for money
and much more.
-hearing back from Simon Bradwell
-booking my flight
People I have been thinking about, talking to, and or seeing over the past few days/week include: Lucas Albright, Rachel, Lilie, Vince, Jonv Macemore (so much of Jon/farming buddy), James Wilde, Nikiah, Jacob Adams, Frank, Gaither, Mum, Dad, Grandmom McN, Patty (from Embercombe), my sister
On the desk in front of me I have a tub with some bread (which I made during the semester and froze) and half an advovado (which I dumpstered with Molly and Lucy), and a tub of butternutsquash and pepper soup (which I made from rescued squashed over the semester and froze.) I have been eating a lot of beef jerky lately. It is a special treat :)
I could write more but I am going to stop now. (Maybe next time I come I will remember my camera cord and can put some pictures here.)
Since the last post (11/20)...
I completed my 3rd semester at Guilford. (Got better grades than ever before though my gpa is still too low to create my own major...)
Spent a week or so in Florida with Vince -- good times, strange times, -- glad it happened. Love him.
Rode from FL - PA with Aunt Heather and Uncle Chris.
Was in West Chester with family from 12/22 - 1/2.
From Jan 3 until now I have been full time farming at Guilford with Jon Macemore. (Korey is supposed to get back tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing him.)
A week from today is my last night at Guilford for a while.
...time in West Chester (time with family, time with friends, packing, mentally prepping...)
mid February - mid August lots of learning, excitement, challenge, growth, hard work, communication, love, and memories.
Life is constantly changing.
Living in Cobb feels like routine.
Spending time in Bauman once the sun has set is normal.
Having dirty hands and walking a fair amount each day.
I am tying up loose ends here, mostly physically by packing and fidgeting around with my stuff.
No idea what this weekend will be like - like life really.
The deer antler ring, yellow and black bracelet, the brown and grey bracelet, and the bale twine anklet are the only accessories I wear everywhere.
Today when I met with Gaither I was wearing non farmy clothes during the day,
and it felt bizzare.
I packed books, food, and layers in my new purple back pack and do not have a plan of when to return to Cobb this weekend, I am going to see what happens.
The crop rotation chart is something I must do.
I anticipate watching some Sherlock tonight with Lucas, Rachel, Eli (visiting!), and Lilie. :)
I am a big fan of how often I have warm socks on. Mostly a fan of the socks. My feet do miss being barefoot but they are staying warm and are awfully clean.
There are things in my near future I am looking forwad to and there are things in my near future I am not looking forward to.
-Vince gets back; 1 or 2 nights before I leave Guilford
-meeting up with D'vorah to catch up (how are things...?) and exchange iPad for money
and much more.
-hearing back from Simon Bradwell
-booking my flight
People I have been thinking about, talking to, and or seeing over the past few days/week include: Lucas Albright, Rachel, Lilie, Vince, Jonv Macemore (so much of Jon/farming buddy), James Wilde, Nikiah, Jacob Adams, Frank, Gaither, Mum, Dad, Grandmom McN, Patty (from Embercombe), my sister
On the desk in front of me I have a tub with some bread (which I made during the semester and froze) and half an advovado (which I dumpstered with Molly and Lucy), and a tub of butternutsquash and pepper soup (which I made from rescued squashed over the semester and froze.) I have been eating a lot of beef jerky lately. It is a special treat :)
I could write more but I am going to stop now. (Maybe next time I come I will remember my camera cord and can put some pictures here.)
Since the last post (11/20)...
I completed my 3rd semester at Guilford. (Got better grades than ever before though my gpa is still too low to create my own major...)
Spent a week or so in Florida with Vince -- good times, strange times, -- glad it happened. Love him.
Rode from FL - PA with Aunt Heather and Uncle Chris.
Was in West Chester with family from 12/22 - 1/2.
From Jan 3 until now I have been full time farming at Guilford with Jon Macemore. (Korey is supposed to get back tomorrow. I am looking forward to seeing him.)
A week from today is my last night at Guilford for a while.
...time in West Chester (time with family, time with friends, packing, mentally prepping...)
mid February - mid August lots of learning, excitement, challenge, growth, hard work, communication, love, and memories.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Checked out but good
I got hit by a realization that it is good to be aware of: I have basically checked out of Guilford life. I am going to classes and meetings and things here and there and getting stuff done - but mentally I have checked out. I remember this really effecting Lucy (older kitchen apprentice) at Embercombe, she checked out about 3 months before leaving because that was when she needed to start planning what was happening next. She was kind but she definitely had a wall up because of that. Being aware of this happening is good. Now to act on making my life what I want--- (and figuring that out, even if just momentarily.) Thinking about what I do rather than just doing what I do because that is what I do.
Do not get me wrong, I am feeling fine. Before heading to the farm I spoke to James (one of the people in England I have given part of my heart to), I got to thin carrots at the farm, I got to eat, the meeting I was not looking forward to wasn't actually that bad, market happened... Things are good. Excited for when they will be great!
Do not get me wrong, I am feeling fine. Before heading to the farm I spoke to James (one of the people in England I have given part of my heart to), I got to thin carrots at the farm, I got to eat, the meeting I was not looking forward to wasn't actually that bad, market happened... Things are good. Excited for when they will be great!
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Sister time and Food: Important
The day Kelsey and I met in Spartensburg for a picnic visit in the grass.
October 2013.
Peppers molted with color, gleamed that morning, lying Case Sensitive - a poem that fell out of my heart earlier that day.
The after math from a visit to the back of Fresh Market.
Kelsey and I had a great chat with a pastor who was back there picking up food for a local food bank.
Man do I eat well~
Objects from My Past
This time last year this photo was important to me. A marker.
The objects I brought everywhere I went...
Monday, November 4, 2013
Reality Check
Well fancy that. Something must be working. Life feels ok right now... specifically I love that I am content to be where I am and feel ready to dive back into my research paper even though I just had a conversation with Jim (which could have taken me back to the Embercombe world) and heard about his current adventure and beauty filled life in California at an Embercombe life place... It felt real. The connection. Listening. Letting my mind go. Deciding to get back to my physical world. Sending love and saying good bye. Now it is time to continue reading about Richard Louv, his thoughts/experiences, and both the Children and Nature Network (Kiera's version of CNN - ha!) and the Leave No Child Inside movement.
Certainly not flawless (I feel sick from eating so much candy and I am tired from needing to wake up before 7 AM to finish a paper that was due at 8:30 AM because I chose to relax this weekend...) but life is a okay right now.
I am officially a paid baker now. Christopher Levkoff and I made a weekly deal fill his cookie jar. Getting paid for doing what I love.
Maybe things are starting ot feel right again, here, in this physical chapter of my life.
Certainly not flawless (I feel sick from eating so much candy and I am tired from needing to wake up before 7 AM to finish a paper that was due at 8:30 AM because I chose to relax this weekend...) but life is a okay right now.
I am officially a paid baker now. Christopher Levkoff and I made a weekly deal fill his cookie jar. Getting paid for doing what I love.
Maybe things are starting ot feel right again, here, in this physical chapter of my life.
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