verana perfecta*

verano perfecto, if you’re feeling accurate—- but i enjoy the “ah,” as in: ah-ha.

 

ah-ha.

 

found myself.

so simply. like the nearly full moon. or the fluorescent globular speck, shining green in the night dark flower bed, a glow worm.

both the moon and the glow worm illuminating unspeakable truths–

wild and pure—

structures of energy and flow.

father hustles out, as soon as the car doors open and close and we throw out our legs and reach for ursa major and the sweet night time crickets.

 

the driveway is long, perhaps the length of three school buses. it and the house sit atop a ridge, circling a great oval lawn—

a small figure waving and hello-ing from the lit-porch.

my dad. he built his house.

he’s calling— look at the moon!

there it is, over the ponderosa pine tips===

come see, a glow worm!

i am mesmerized.

good things, like rainbows and sunsets and

silvery shadows from the moon–

cataclysmic lightning storms

giant silk moths resting on deck railings.

the sound of a waterfall,

the flash of a blue bird’s wings–

these are the things our parent’s would grab us for–

whisper us out of our sleep to see something special,

like a surprise has graced our doorstep

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Summer garden eating.
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Renegade kitchen. Working with food loving kids. Thankful for my work.
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it’s funny to me now that it was my raw/vegan obsession that got me my start in kitchens… 😉
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the face when the cabbage smasher bends.
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Cabbage for days. Pounding future raw kraut! cozy work.

Before you harvest purslane at dawn, you talk to the purslane. Hogwarts. for a solid week i considered a two year bio-dynamic farming apprenticeship.

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growing pains.
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Harried momma
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Magic summer forest..   the most incredible garden with a heavenly feel.

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Mixed feelings about wanting to raid my mom’s closet.
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Canon: sharing with my kids. Handcrafted life, and the trickster navigating the mythical mundane.
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Electric chicory
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Balancing: motherhood/self, work /play, simple living/material comfort, security/wildness. Abundance.
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Whirlwind. i take good things for granted, like this amazing car.
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He lives in his own universe.

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garden eats on the daily

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so dapper……and grooovy

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home life is a sweet and leisurely pleasure that i relish.

fair archetypes: dreaming of when fern and wilbur go to the fair//we put on our sunday best and waited all morning til the dentist appointment was done— the simple summer past-times of country folk IMG_20160616_185816378_HDRIMG_20160616_190346338IMG_20160616_192812426IMG_20160616_192929561_HDRIMG_20160616_194623585IMG_20160616_200226088

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forever this.

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if there was a day i could live a thousand times it would be this one. <3 <3 <3 <3
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the moon
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and a glow worm
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country mornings

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watching the caterpillar.

My whole life I’ve bucked off a yokes (marriage was a yoke)  motherhood felt like a yoke. wriggling out beneath the burden, running like a wild mare, spirited and stubborn.

I’ve been thinking about yokes. yoga comes from the term yoke:

yoke together mind body and spirit/ Earth and ether/

my dreams are my burden. I will yoke myself to my dreams—

and work from where i am at.

for abundance.

for effort.

for the seeding and harvesting of magic with my dedicated work.

what is the work?

motherhood?

balance?

farming?

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i changed every day.

changed my mind every day.

cooked up a new adventure every day.

settling into the tender tides of cancer waters.

xoxo polly compost

 

 

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