31 Mar 2011, 10:27pm
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sun & ocean

one week later:


met this guy while spreading straw mulch in the orchard last week:

every night i walk from the bunkhouse, past the greenhouse, to my little yellow tent. sometime last week, the light in the greenhouse had been left on, and when i walked past i saw a fox sitting on the table inside. while i watched it stood up, turned around, sat back down, looked at me, turned around again, looked at me again.

the jasmine vine that’s growing up the wall right next to our shower is blooming right now. it smells amazing.

on monday and tuesday we planted 1500 bare-root strawberry plants.

the weather this week has been beautiful. yesterday morning i drove to berkeley via mill valley—took highway 1 along the coast, and the sun, and the water, and you know. liz (A’s mom) is visiting right now, and today we all drove back here and i showed her around west marin and the farm. i feel pretty lucky to be living here for awhile.

(seaweed wrapped around a staircase on the bolinas beach)

28 Mar 2011, 9:06pm
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24 Mar 2011, 8:04pm
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ocean and rain

today matt drove down from santa rosa for the afternoon and we walked on the beach in the rain. it rained a lot today. in the morning tori and i went into san rafael for snack-and-booze-purchasing purposes and on the way home we passed one downed tree, one small mudslide, and several flooded corners and intersections. also lots of beautiful fog and tall tall trees and greenery and all that lovely marin county stuff. this is a good place to be, rain and all.

the beach:

co-created beach artwork:

23 Mar 2011, 9:39pm
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birds are singing in the trees

poetry by wendell berry, from a timbered choir: the sabbath poems 1979-1997


The winter world of loss
And grief is gone. The night
Is past. Along the whole
Length of the river, birds
Are singing in the trees.

Again, hope dreams itself
Awake. The year’s first lambs
Cry in the morning dark.
And, after all, we have
A garden in our minds.

We living know the worth
Of all the dead have done
Or hoped to do. We know
That hearts, against their doom,
Must plight an ancient troth.

Now come the bride and groom,
Now come the man and woman
Who must begin again
The work divine and human
By which we live on earth.


Lift up the dead leaves
and see, waiting
in the dark, in cold March,

the purplish stems, leaves,
and buds of twinleaf,
infinitely tender, infinitely

expectant. They straighten
slowly into the light after
the nights of frost. At last

the venture is made: the brief
blossoms open, the petals fall,
the hinged capsules of seed

grow big. The possibility
of this return returns
again to the seed, the dark,

the long wait, and the light again.


yesterday i found and lost, twice, a perfect empty snail shell. the second time i lost it, i was distracted by this little guy:


(i also saw a hummingbird today.)

22 Mar 2011, 12:10pm
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how i got here

here is one version of How I Got Here:

when i was 18 i moved to portland for college. i loved portland. one of the things i loved about portland was that sometimes you’d be walking around a residential neighborhood and you’d come across an intersection with a big ol’ beautiful mandala mural painted across it, and maybe a kiosk on one corner with neighborhood announcements and stuff. there was one such intersection in sellwood with a tree with mugs hanging on it and a basket of tea bags and a thermos that was always full of hot water. a tea tree. it took me a couple years to google the name of the organization responsible for making these wacky wonderful intersections happen: city repair. “dang, portland is cool,” i thought.

while in college, one particular brand of escapism i developed was: if everything else goes wrong, my plan b is: i will go wwoof in hawaii. i am not sure where this idea came from, except that farm work in a warm climate probably seemed about as far removed as could be from school work in cold & rainy portland.

in 2008, everything else went wrong. i bought a wwoof hawaii membership and found an eco-hostel outside of pahoa, in puna, on the big island. i spent a month there. it was awesome and healing. i did a little bit of gardening but mostly for my work-trade i helped with the running of the hostel and did internet research for the owner on a diverse and bizarre range of topics. one day, a woman who was also staying there was looking at some homesteading information on the internet. “have you ever heard of food forests?” she asked me.

back home in portland, i saw some posters advertising city repair’s village building convergence. i read a bunch of anarchist zines, and a couple books by derrick jensen, and blogs about saving the world, and “the ones who walk away from omelas.” i felt some weird new despair about the state of the world and wondered what it would mean to walk away. i went to some evening events at the village building convergence and felt elation and the possibility of meaning. i went to a “permaculture for renters” workshop. starhawk led us in a spiral dance in the street and i felt joy. i wanted to walk towards something, but i wasn’t quite sure what it was.

i signed up for a six-month permaculture design course. i helped my mom harvest beets and squash. i started a container garden. i got really excited. with a small group, i put together a permaculture design for a local rental cohousing community. they decided to implement many of our ideas. months later i biked past to see the paths laid out as we had imagined them.

i joined the portland master gardeners. i learned about vegetables and also about roses.

i biked across the country. i saw small towns and farms. i wanted to get my hands dirty. i visited k. in loveland and worked in the garden with her and her friends for a few days. at the end of my trip, i visited my cousin chrisso at his farm collective in upstate new york and learned how to milk goats, sort of. i decided to follow my heart and try living on a farm for awhile, to do some hands-on learning and have dirt under my fingernails and fresh veggies in my belly.


here is another version:

my family moved from massachusetts to california the summer i turned seven. we lived in the silicon valley for a year and a half or so, and i don’t think any of us were very happy. time passed; we moved to washington and things got better. i love the pacific northwest and i loved growing up there. i held a grudge against california for a long, long time.

in 2008 i fell in love. in this space i call him A. we stared into each other’s eyes and whispered sweet french nothings and rode our bikes on dates and were ridiculous and ooey-gooey. that june, i got hit by a car. then four weeks later he got hit by a car. it sucked. we broke up. i went to hawaii and he went to india. it was awesome, and we healed. we forgave each other. we got back together.

i went to the bay area a few times, visiting friends and family who were doing things like putting on awesome dance and theatre performances and getting married. the weather was nice. A came with me once and said, “let’s just move here!” and i got a little tipsy and cheerful in the summer sun and said “maybe” and then dug my heels into portland.

we moved in together and we had our ups and downs, of course. he applied for grad school. i talked all the time about how i loved portland a whole freakin’ lot and i wanted to stay there forever and ever. he got into grad school. in california. well. maybe we would break up? but first we were going to go on this big adventure. i was going to ride my bike across the country and i had convinced him to come partway. a last hurrah, right?

we rode our bikes to boulder, colorado. we had a great time. A moved to california. i dragged my feet in colorado and then i headed on to the east coast. somewhere in there i realized that, who knew?, portland was not the be-all and end-all of wonderful places in the world. (colorado was pretty cool, too.) i even thought that maybe living in portland was too easy on some level—it was too easy for me to be reasonably content there. portland was, for me, the “ok plateau.” plus, i loved A a lot. i mean, really.

i decided to follow my heart to california and ask A to marry me, so i will always have music in my life, so i can know him better and know myself better and grow with him until we are old and (still) ridiculous.

besides, the weather here is pretty nice.


i could write more of these, i think, about how i came to be, here, now, with emphases on community, art, the outdoors, spirituality. i could start the narrative earlier. but except for the occasional juicy bits, i know it is mostly me who is interested, and i know i tell them mostly for me too.

21 Mar 2011, 10:03pm
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yup my life really is this beautiful.

also, i am setting an intention to write a juicier, meatier entry about my life and so on within the next few days. but tomorrow morning i have to get up early to milk the goats, so i’m going to bed. lots o’ love.

17 Mar 2011, 9:30pm
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* yesterday’s breakfast: homemade granola, fresh goat milk still warm from the udder, pears preserved in simple syrup. just sayin’.

* a lesson learned today: when you lay out your super-awesome off-grid water system, be sure to make a map detailing lines, junctions, shut-offs, and so forth. today a pipe got punctured and i don’t think we ever figured out whether it was ag water or potable water. anyway, we fixed it. the water system is an ongoing adventure!

* the greenhouse was leaning about eight inches to the east, so we used rope and a pulley/lever thing (?) to pull it back to straight before we framed the new east wall.

* carpenter-ing with soupy:

(new american gothic)