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…

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 Journey Begins Anew

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton Welcome! Well, hello there. I almost didn’t see you, peeking around the edge of that overgrown spot where the right-of-way cuts into my property. Come on up — but take it a little easy. There’s a bit of a rut where my…