At the end of last year, I went to our local library and bought a huge stack of castaway magazines from their donation section for 25 cents apiece. I sat down with my husband, a couple of pairs of scissors, and a glass of wine, and snipped out all the images and words that called…
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A brighter light.
The days are getting longer–morning coffee is still imbibed piping hot in the dark, but the sun has made its appearance by the time the kids are off to school. Brian missed the early ferry to work today so we had a rare morning together at the marina with extra cups of fancy caffeine from…
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Legacy.
What will we leave behind? What characteristics, trinkets, furniture, work, or pieces of land will define us? What knowledge will we bestow? What work ethics or heart will pass through us to future generations? I am making yogurt out of semi-expired milk and cooking hiziki seaweed on the stove while thinking about these things. This is…
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Gifts.
It’s raining buckets on our island and our creek is full and rushing along merrily. I could sit there for hours and listen to the busy water. And I found a patch of mossy grass that was soft and springy and unbelievably green. And I checked on our chickens and found they had laid eight…
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Treasures at Blakely Harbor.
“Most people don’t know how brave they really are. In fact, many potential heroes, both men and women, live out their lives in self-doubt. If they only knew they had these deep resources, it would help give them the self-reliance to meet most problems, even a big crisis.” –R.E. Chambers Dawn was dusting off the…
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The Wild Inside.
It can be tough to find our own voice and use it. How odd is that? It’s ours, isn’t it? Where did it go? But it’s true. We are born with a voice distinctly ours, signed, sealed, and delivered–and then somehow we lose it somewhere along the way, like a dropped sock or a coat…
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Friday miscellany.
<Please forgive the poor quality of the photos. This was one of my earliest posts, and I had not updated my phone before I began blogging. I am leaving them here as-is for posterity.> The French-pressed coffee was extra hot and tasted dark and sludgy in a good way on this grey northwest morning so…
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Ripple.
<Please forgive the poor quality of the photos. This was one of my earliest posts, and I had not updated my phone before I began blogging. I am leaving them here as-is for posterity.> “The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble.” –Blaise Pascal Today I woke…
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A Writing Studio
I am pretty sure someone cut this out of a magazine and dropped me unceremoniously into it and I’m in awe that I’m hanging out here on a sunny January day telling you all about it…
