Trigger warning. I will be discussing Domestic Violence and miscarriage due to violence. . To watch the TikTok – follow click here. The first time I heard the phrase “Bloom where you are planted” I was in an abusive marriage. It was my “counselor” who told me that phrase. This was the worst piece ofContinue reading “Bloom Where you are Planted – The Platitude I Love and Hate as a Domestic Abuse Survivor”
It’s no secret to anyone who homesteads that a traditional skills lifestyle can be challenging. Winter, spring, summer or fall there are chores to do, livestock and plants to tend, and housework that seems to never end. It can be exhausting and overwhelming. Sometimes that exhaustion is overwhelming to the point we want to giveContinue reading “The Most Important Two Questions I Ever Asked Myself as a Woman Homesteader”
Years ago at the other farm our spring ran out of water and we had to switch to the emergency tank. It was not pleasant drinking from that tank. But even more unpleasant was making the trek up the side of the holler to clear out the blockage. Part of me feels like the pastContinue reading “When the Spring Goes Dry: A Very Honest Post About Recovering from Domestic Violence and Trauma”
I unexpectedly lost a friend this past week. A very significant friend. She was my meditation partner and best cuddle buddy. I’m talking about my cat. But for those of us who have significant spiritual relationships with animals the loss of an animal friend can be as difficult as the loss of a human relationship.Continue reading “Saying the Final Goodbye”
On the surface it looks bleak. It sounds like a judgement, a put down. And frankly, if you are actively engaged in judging yourself and others everything sounds like a put down and a judgement. “I’ll never get it right, and I’ll never get it done. Why even try?” At some point we all have our inner Eyor speak up in a gloomy, glum way.
In case you’re wondering – that’s pulled directly from my journal entry dated August 30, 2000. I have the wonderful fortune to be part of a family that writes. I watched my grandmother and mother write in their daily journals growing up. My grandfather carried a small notebook to keep his thoughts in. It stayedContinue reading “The Journey Through Journaling”
In 1996 a group of teenagers from all over the United States took a trip to Peru. Several of the young ladies were from the Midwest. I’ll never forget the look on one young woman’s face when a very well respected lacol pastor embraced her and kissed her cheek. Or the look on the lineContinue reading “Honest Affection”
Profit recently learned to jump fences. Considering that Serenity is directly across the street from a small school this is not a good thing. Profit is a one thousand pound working steer in training to become an ox. At this point in his life he a half ton puppy who LOVES children. He is actuallyContinue reading “Boundaries Part 1 – What are They?”
When I was in grade school I found a book called Cowboy Wisdom. It was a collection of simple sayings. I read it one afternoon almost thirty years ago. One quote has stuck with me most of my life. “Find a place you can enter the Stillness” Over the busy decades packed with degrees, volunteering,Continue reading “Enter the Stillness”
I was in K-5, sitting hunched up under the great big pine tree on the recess field reading my science book. It was an ache and burning feeling. That aching and burning have become a constant companion over the past thirty five years.