halloween

went around the sweet town again this year. amazing how much i love said town. warm windows, warm porches, community.  it still exists on halloween. once, i told someone about my quest for warmth, i think they got it, i think i felt shame for saying it out loud.  tonight instead of buildng a fire outside and watching the seven sisters, i built a strong fire in the stove, wiped the make up off my growing girl, tucked her in, and made a large batch of soap. hard for my weak arm, fufilling for the heart. im changing my life. tonight we will sleep by the stove, so i can train myself again, to wake up, to fill the stove so we arent cold. i hate it. i love the warmth, i love the smell, i love having to earn it. i just hate waking up.. i cant remember my dreams.

samhain

have a blessed new year.

october

what a weekend. walk, skipping stones, a evening bike ride, dinner with friends, flannel sheets, good dreams, big bacon breakfast with cocoa smiles and coffee laughs, pumpkin patch picking with handsome green pumpkins and fresh cider to put by for summer nights, apples eaten straight from the tree,chestnuts pricking fingers, a child finally feeling safe, ten pounds of pink kaolin clay, baby powder smellin soap, designed by my joy, dog chasing, and windows open. perfect. whoop with joy kind of perfect. lucky girl.