watch for the aura
I received an email a little over a month ago. The subject line read: Being an Artist vs. Being Materialistic. Hi Nici! My name is Sarah Brousseau, I'm a fellow creator, writing you from Baltimore, MD....
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38 things
I missed last year! And the year before! Both drafts are immortalized as drafts. Things happen that way and I've found - as I age - it is often best to give in than to muscle through. Click to read: 30...
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Day trip: Quinn’s Hot Springs
Spontaneous adventures are my jam. The kind that are casually planned over a post-ski beer and then happen the following day. I am enlivened when I'm "unprepared" -- when I get to dance about in the...
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The Artful Homestead: Digging Into Daily Ritual
I am excited to invite you to The Artful Homestead: Digging Into Daily Ritual. I began imagining this a few years ago: a weekend focused on creativity and earthly awareness - with attention given to...
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Andy’s alarm goes off for a full minute. It takes him a while to reach his phone to turn off the chirping because he threw his back out. He moves slowly, forcing inhales through the pain. I offer to...
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nuggets: moonshadow
frustrated that I had to fire my web designer and start over, I am so pleased that my garden is off to a great start, I ought to read more books. Lately, when I wake in the middle of the night I have a...
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Ah May! You've zipped right by. I caught you by the tail just as you were walking out the door. Full of company, rain, baby chicks, green grass, soccer games, raging creeks. The arrival of...
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the immortality of make believe
Two years ago my daughters wrote a letter to a potential fairy and left it out on the deck. She wrote back. Her name is Lavender Fawn. The girls stitched up beds from fabric scraps and fashioned sofas...
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Well shit, things are heavy in the world right now. I woke up in the middle of the night last night imagining things I’d rather not imagine. Things I’ve read about this summer. You know the stories....
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Pears.02 / oven dried pears
Temperatures plunged into the twenties last night, officially ending the growing season around here. Ruby and I ran though clouds of our own frosty breath to collect hundreds of green tomatoes,...
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