Plot twist! (I think that’s what you’re supposed to say when you run smack into a barrier and have to change direction. Sounds way cooler than, Owww! Who put that barrier there, right in my path? Even if you add creative swearing to go with it.) In a previous post, I came clean about the…
Category: Reflections
one turn of the seasons later
Oh, hi there! Thanks for stopping by. It kinda baffles me since, once again, I’ve gone about a year without writing anything. Yes, I still see visitors pop by out here now and again. Usually, I just think they’re lost — took a wrong turn while looking for something else — but occasionally someone leaves…
bears, yahoos, and security needs
Late September 2018 “I hate to be the bearer of bad news.” Sam’s words were difficult to pick out over the intermittent cell connection, but this one sentence came through loud and clear. My heart sank. I was an hour into the two-and-a-half-hour drive from my parents’ house in South Carolina, where I’ve been staying…
accepting struggle as part of the story
the messy road to progress Hello there. Sorry I’ve kept you waiting — not that I think you’ve been sitting by your computer, wondering if there was something wrong with mine because there’ve been no posts in such a long time. But I know you’re there, somewhere, and I feel like something like this might…
collecting soil samples on my mountain land
Wherever I go, I grow things. Flowers. Ferns. Hostas. Berries. Vegetables. Whatever the soil will take and hold. It’s my gift: to myself, to my neighborhood, to the land. I learn the land by putting my hands in the soil. I pick out and collect the stones. I wrap my fingers around the roots. I…
walking the mythlines
I am engaging in the process of walking myself into this land. Feet pounding the tracks, eyes and ears open. Every inch of this old, old country sings of story, and I am walking the mythlines. The stories of rocks, and streams, and trees; the stories of fox, and badger, and hare; the stories of…
is permaculture really for me?
“What’s your plan for the land?” I really liked Zev, the permaculture designer I’d hired for a consultation, but he kept asking hard questions. As I looked around us, the immensity of the land — the towering trees, the enfolding ridges, the tangled clearing running along the west edge of the tractor road — intimidated…
reblog: (re)naming “the boot”
It seems fitting that, on the eve of my land-blessing, I should re-post this here. In just a little while, a tiny group of dear Beings will gather to stand with me as I make my commitment to the land as its steward and co-creator. I’ll post what I can from the event — I’m…
re-blogged posts: where the road curves
I’m almost done with the re-blogged posts — and I have no idea what’s next.
Reblog: The Itch that Launched a New Life
I don’t know exactly where it started: The itch that became a wondering. The wondering that became a flickering idea. The flickering idea that sputtered and sparked until it caught, blazing through my life like a wildfire of change. I’d been scratching at that nagging itch for years, trying to satisfy it with flower beds…
the unhurried path 