The Great Novelist

My first attempts at writing fiction were as a pre-teen, huddled in my room with a spiral notebook and pen, scribbling away.  Two chapters of strained dialogue and always two girls in southern belle dresses and absolutely no plot, I would grow bored and go outside to play. Freshmen year in high school I was…

The Light Workers

Perhaps you have never heard of an HSP.  You may know them as other descriptions such as too sensitive,  anxious, depressed, only has a few friends, doesn’t like school, often sensitive to overhead lighting, loud noise, overstimulation, too many people, often the brunt of bullying, cry baby.  Teenaged HSP’s get diagnosed as bi-polar (particularly females), ADD,…

The Simply Perfect Gift

When I was very young, perhaps five or six,  I received a gift.  It was a homemade box that my Great Uncle Lee had made me.  It was rectangular, small, but big enough to hide candies, or photos, or pens, or whatever treasures I should encounter.  It had a picture of me on the front…

Farmgirl Gardening Series- Week 2 (Potatoes and Other Spring Crops)

Well, it’s snowing again.  As I write, warm in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot, earthy coffee, I watch the rain/snow mix fall weightlessly to the ground.  Maryjane thought Santa was coming the other night.  But, even folks that live in Colorado forget that April is one of our snowiest months and…

The Beautiful Oil Lamps

My birthday present from Doug was a piece of our history together, a piece of our future together, a seemingly insignificant part of anyone’s life, but so beautiful I nearly cried.  Oil lamps.  We really miss our old ones! It is now romantic and just the amount of bright to read into the night.  Or until 10:00 anyway. …

A Spring Herb Walk with Sacred Owl School of Original Medicine

Sunday was bright and just the right amount of warm.  We were like school girls tripping down the trail stopping every few minutes to look at new growth, smelling and tasting plants, and looking for snakes.  Laughter and stories fell around the group as we made our way down the meandering and winding path. One…

Walking the Labyrinth

lab·y·rinth ˈlab(ə)ˌrinTH/ noun noun: labyrinth; plural noun: labyrinths 1. a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one’s way; a maze. “a labyrinth of passages and secret chambers” synonyms: maze, warren, network, complex, web, entanglement “a labyrinth of little streets” 2. Anatomy a complex structure in the inner…

Supporting Your Local Nursery (a field trip to Holly Acres)

In winter,  you might find a child riding a zebra or a toddler on a horse.  Perhaps you’d like to sit with Santa or drink hot chocolate.  We choose our perfect Christmas tree and haul it home happily in the season. In spring this same place is a gardener’s best friend.  Heirloom seeds abound, many…

Rewards for Readers!

Has anyone read all of my blog posts?  Either followed since the beginning or more recently read them all?  As a writer, I am most grateful and humbled that folks take the time to read what I write, to follow what goes on in our little world.  I am deeply appreciative and I would like…

Farmgirl Gardening Series (Planning and Prepping-Week 1)

The very first step is to sit with the land for a moment.  See which animals share that space.  See what weeds (or rather, medicinal herbs) are there.  What are the challenges?  What are the benefits?  Then measure the space.  Draw out (doesn’t have to be architecturally perfect) a grid so that you have a solid…

The Literary Doors

I have always had a great love for old doors.  They appear so whimsical, so literary, in their quiet stature.  Where do they lead?  Where have they been?  What is beyond them?  What adventures will the doors lead us on? My first door purchase was at an antique store in Texas.  Doug insisted we drive…

Featherheart Finds Medicine

In Liz Gilbert’s book, Big Magic, she refers to ideas as actual entities of their own and goes on to explain the real magic in that.  One poet talked about when an idea started coming she would run like heck to the kitchen to get paper and pen, sometimes even writing the poem backwards and…