She can't eat what?


Sometimes your body screams at you so loud 
there is no choice but to listen
and take heed.

I've long held the belief that the majority of modern day ailments in
Western society are, without a doubt, strongly linked to what we eat.
Or don't eat in some cases.
In the last 10 years or so I've had this belief put to the test within my own framework a
time or two, and if my current health adventure provides the same positive results that I
was blessed with before, I shall be kicking up my heels quite well thru this decade.

You know that expression about making lemonade, right?
A short tale follows ....

While over in America the other day (that's what we islanders call the mainland)
I found myself driving around in circles.  Was a hot day (for here), just past 80F, 
and I had my dear woofie with me in the car.  She loves to travel so she goes 
with me whenever possible.  Anyhoo, on this particular afternoon I was taking
care of some body testing & adjusting and my fluffy one was in need of
a cool place to be parked while I was otherwise detained.
Hence the driving in circles.
Finally, rounding a corner somewhat near a park, I spotted a wide leafy stretch
of available curbside underneath the most magnificent trees.  I was gonna
have to walk a fair bit to my destination, but the deliciously cool shady spot for my 
dear fluffy one was absolutely worth the trek.
As I got out of the car and looked up to actually identify the gorgeous 
canopy we were parked below, I stopped dead in my tracks.
For there we were underneath two enormous black walnut trees
which happened to be dropping all their fruits over sidewalk & parkway
in great profusion.

Now the backstory to my stopping dead in my tracks is that last year
I looked high and low for one of these trees because I wanted to try my hand at
brewing some black walnut dye - deep, dark, tannin-rich goodness.
I asked around amongst all my island friends - and they of their friends - and
even went so far as to place an ad in the local online news rag ...
"Who's got trees??"

Nada.  None to be found.

Some suggested I go to eastern Washington where they're farmed in abundance
and then there was the ever present option of mail-order.  But I was keen for local so I
finally put my little dream on the back burner & moved on to something else.
So this particular day, which could very easily have been viewed as one filled
with one lemon after another, suddenly had me grinning like an idiot on the roadside,
chuffed to no end that this part of my particularly grueling adventure had brought me to
the very trees I'd been seeking for so long.

All this to say (in my somewhat roundabout sort of way) there will be
a slight delay to my next posting of the  52 weeks : bead sketches  installment.
I've been somewhat sidetracked by the inner voices so I'm more than a wee bit behind
although my iron cauldron is gratefully, now quite full.

I'll be calling this my black walnut "lemonade."


Despite everything


the amphibian inside us

Because it's summer.  Because the air is heavy with heat and nostalgia.
Because this is what we have to keep remembering, the way our bodies
know the waves, the amphibian inside us unafraid of going under,
of what ripples beneath the surface.  Because waiting on the dock
for the signal to jump is like thinking someone else is responsible.  Because
there is no one else responsible.  Because despite the current,
it is possible to swim against it, or even stand, inverted, balancing
on a slippery mulch of murk and mud, and stay perfectly still.
Because when the world tips from view, we have to do everything we can
to tip it back.

~ Maya Stein
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from Maya Stein's "10-Line Tuesday" poetry series
... the backlog can be enjoyed  here


bead sketches : month six


June was my birth month and I was having very mixed feelings
about growing older, like we all do I suppose.  I try not to dwell on the negatives
and instead, steer any introspection that occurs right towards that which
is beautiful and calm and filled with positivity.
And that's where doing an enterprise that we love
can save us.

Not to put too dramatic a spin on it, but it's a challenge to not be
brought down by the goings-on in the world.
It seems so important to keep going 
in the midst of all that

I didn't follow particular prompts in June, not like previous months. The natural dye pots
were fired up, sewing was at hand, the garden was being tended & revamped for
dye plants (instead of food) ... then, the new space needed arranging, many
photographs to take & play with, resting to give attention to, dietary changes to make
 and so all became one big swirl of activity,
each one seeming to feed off the other
with hardly any separation or pause.

There were words, some phrases, even memories that cropped up
while working with these littles so I'll share those instead
and you can make of them what you will ....

walking a thin line
full pockets
order from chaos
solace undermined
the wee lass who collected abalone shells on her 10th birthday
"nostalgia is not indulgence"
sunset tidelines
stay calm; wait, hope
delicate balance
relative symmetry
frayed around more than the edges
flower  power
"to rest is to prepare to give the best of ourselves"

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