Thursday, August 14, 2014
"All of nature in its awful vastness and incomprehensible complexity is in the end interrelated - worlds within worlds within worlds: the seen and the unseen - the physical and the immaterial are all connected - each exerting influence on the next - bound, as it were, by chains of analogy - magnetic chains. Every decision, every action mirrors, ripples, reflects and echoes throughout the whole of creation. The world is indeed bound with secret knots."
~Thomas P. Kelley
Monday, August 11, 2014
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Pulvis et umbra sumus. (We are but dust and shadow.)
It was after 7pm; the sun was low behind the mountains. Wind was fiercely rolling through the barren valley; we got tired of the swerving18 wheelers and pulled off into Manzanar. Loud whooshes of sand and dust pummeled our car as we inched along the cracked roads, branches and dead weeds flying. We made our way back to the monument.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Nacimiento in English means the origin.
Perhaps the worst situations are just clearing the way for magic.
Crummy camp spots were taken from Monterrey all of the way down to San Luis Obispo. We were stuck south of Big Sur without a dirt path to lay our heads, the sun set, and a dwindling tank of gas. With no idea what to do, we found a stray road and instead of heading north or south, we timidly went vertical. Climbing nearly two thousand feet in elevation, we came to a large curve in the road where some fellow stragglers were parked. We stopped and basked in the most etheric view possible. Silver clouds ebbed out over the water a thousand feet down, two oceans lain on top of each other. It was a full moon.
We felt like aliens.
Monday, August 4, 2014
Storm rolls in over the lake where we spent a relaxed afternoon playing water Fribee with local kids, eating Little Debbies, and driving around the entire lake with all of the windows open. Perfect days; my father says we should spread his ashes here. I hope he never dies.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
What did you get up to this weekend?
After staying up all night in a heated debate with friends about marriage on Saturday, I got to chill out with a bunch of kids by the water side and make paper flowers on Sunday.
The Waldorf community in Long Beach hosted the event for May Day. There were all sorts of other earthy things happening, crafts, music, tea-tasting.
My favorite moment came when a little boy started lingering behind the group of girls making flowers. It was obvious he wanted to get into the mix. I kept asking if he wanted to join, but he was shaking his head, balking at the idea of making pretty flowers. I said, "Okay, then. I have a challenge for you then. I've never seen it done, but I think you might know how to make it happen. 3d cactus out of paper. WITH thorns." His enthusiasm was so cute; he got right to business, engineering this little cactus with tiny little flowers. He worked on diligently despite all of his friends pestering him to play tag.
A sample of the paper flowers, pretty simple, but very nice, especially when there are a ton all piled together.
Workshops in the works, works. I'm pretty excited to be getting back into teaching and using my own curriculums! I have a couple of ongoing classes launching in the next few weeks doing 3D art and art journaling. I'm really happy to be joining up with some new groups. More later!
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
“We are now in the mountains
and they are in us,
filling every pore and cell of us.”
- John Muir
“Mountains are not Stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve,
they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”
- Anatoli Boukreev
Under the shadow of the high sierras at home in the mountains. Here are a few photos from our recent trip into the playground that is Alabama Hills at the feet of some of the tallest mountains in the 48. Mount Williamson and Whitney loomed over our campground like sleeping buffalo. We actually had wild buffalo outside of our camp in Africa which was not quite as pleasant or comforting. I couldn't sleep, imagining all night a stampede charging my tent. Fortunately this weekend, we had Darwin the terrier to take care of any hostile threats.
Girl climbing weekend was a brilliant idea. I have a feeling this will be the first of many. We were preceded by a fresh snow in the hills that stayed only long enough to dust the mountains. By the time we got there, things were warming up. Even though it was chilly, we got away with pretty ideal camping weather. My camp mates might argue with me, but forties are not bad when camping in spring. I've stayed in this area and had frozen water by morning, so we got off easy this time.
Being the legitimate campers that we are, we performed the staples of outdoor living: fire, smores and esoteric stories of ghost, aliens, and coincidences. Stories must be told. And mountains must be climbed.