A teacher to my son told me, “I had two stubborn, willful sons. I admire how you handle it. I release you into that wilderness.”Read More
I should just go for it, right? Why is it so hard to treat myself to something?
Kitchen partially demolished. Need ideas for replacing the cabinets and sink. Post your pics, DIY ideas, recommendations of fav antique shops, webstores, etc. I'd even consider buying what you got up in the attic.Read More
Forgive me, Father it has been quite some time since my last confession.
It has been so long, I will reintroduce myself. I’m Rachel. I write. I make photographs. I grow plants. I am married. I am a mother. I live in a house. I like traveling. Being home makes me cranky sometimes. I noticed.
Been busy, what can I say. Not feeling too reflective. Just cranking out plants. Sending out some invoices. “Generating the paperwork” as my mentor, Tony, once said. Loading up the truck with plants and driving. Carrying. Digging. Unloading empty crates. Getting f/cking rained on.
Just got back from the Outer Banks. My, I love the beach.
Went to the Mid-Atlantic Women’s Herbal Conference. Went with my plants, my truck, and tent. I camped out alone. Actually, I was in a grassy field dotted with other tents. Not really alone but not with my family. I’ve not traveled alone in some time. Actually, some deep time, like never, not since I met my husband. Haven’t traveled alone.
I considered asking a friend to camp with me, as in, in my tent. I decided against it. Being alone sounded so wonderful and anxious. It was pleasant and fine. Not monumental but freeing.
Sometimes crummy things happen to special things, people, or places. I guess that’s just how it goes. “It’s just the cycle of life,” a former co-worker used to like to muse.
IS that true? Do you think? What is valuable? What is not? Who decides? What is morality and what is truth? What is crummy?
9:06 p.m. We’re on our way back from the grocery store. As we drive down the rainy road, I notice a mother in a window illuminated by florescent light. She loads her dryer. Her hair is tousled. She our neighbor down the way. Don’t really know them too well.
A partly dried lump of laundry waits in my dryer. When I arrive at home, I will run downstairs and turn the dryer back on. I will haul the groceries in on multiple trips through the never-ending mist and rain.Read More
All around we see 'evidence' that people can't share. Many pundits and politicians would have us believe this. It's a false belief that allows us to be divided and conquered, surrendering our nature to be sovereign caretakers of Earth.Read More
Just sat down to write, after a day of potting up plants and doing the books and the inventory and the laundry. I listen for sounds on our quiet road. I hear our truck 'round the bend bringing Jared and Beren home. Bye.
Is it in the air? The water? The planets' alignment? Who knows, but I have been having meaningful and real communication with people.