Seven years ago we designed and built this beautiful house. We knew that we'd take flight when the babes were older, but that it would keep us snug for a time...cool in the Summer...warm in the Winter. Tomorrow morning we leave for Portland's festival community, street circuses, food carts, famous First Fridays, Last Thursdays, Saturday Markets, and VooDoo Donuts. Oh! And Trackers Earth.
It's going to be a culture shock after living in the conservative belt of California, or Baklahoma, as we've come to know it. I'm looking forward to sweating with a new community of spirited medicine people, holding monthly women's circles, rooming with fantastic studio mates in the Pearl, getting to know Seattle's gorgeous little nooks and crannies, supporting local business, and of course, rebuking plastic.
Circus Artemis, All Women Circus
I'm so grateful to this little dwelling and to my parents who have availed themselves to us and their grandkids so fully and completely, and to the healing work that was done here between them and I. It was because of a need to reconcile many daughterly issues that I was called to live here, two doors down from them. It hasn't been easy, healing the past, and sometimes it's been really unpleasant, actually. But to have stared down the dragons and learn what love can do has made every uncomfortable moment worthwhile. To see my kids forge a strong bond with their Nana and Pawpaw, and to see my mom and dad work so hard to rewire what came factory installed for them has been to witness a miracle.
It is a blessed life in which we can explore our creative curiosities and feel so supported by the Universe. An adventuresome bunch of unlearners such as us must follow the sweet wind to see what we can see.