A week or two ago I had decided I was going to make my blog more visible. Didn't have a definite plan but I did have a direction. I think Spring brings enthusiasm to life. Then my pc started losing it and made me tense and irritated not only because I couldn't write or post but I couldn't access my art classes or Pioneering Today Academy. So I took it outdoors. Dandelions were making their first appearance so I harvested. I now have about 7 quarts of dandelion oil started, roots and leaves dried and stored. Ready to make more balm from some of last years batch. I decided instead of tilling my small vegetable garden I would hand hoe it. Good exercise and I am nearly finished! I planted potatoes. I painted my outdoor table and chairs a vibrant turquois. In between I fought to get online which tried my patience for sure. I am currently working in my small orchard prepping the ground around the fruit trees for some comfrey and strawberry plants. I've got bluebirds nesting in the birdhouse near the garden, baby flickas checking the dried yucca stocks for bugs, robins patrolling for worms and butterflies fluttering around. There has also been a wake of buzzards and a Great Horned Owl. For living on a corner lot with busy road ways and a city hellbent on rapid growth I think we are doing alright.
The day turned out warmer than expected and the sun broke through so I grabbed my camera and wandered my yard. This is what I saw from behind the lens.
Lately I just flit from one thing to another. Can't seem to settle into regular writing, art journaling, art classes/lessons, deciding on blog direction, or landing an actual steady paying job. Freelancing has its benefits but unless you've locked into a youtube following, are an influencer, have a patreon account, or are a travel-writer that have magazines putting you in print, income from freelancing is spotty to say the least. How do I take the decades of experience I have in numerous fields and market/utilize it?
Lets be clear, I have no intentions of "reinventing myself", only evolving as a woman, artist and human being. People who think they know me only see me in the roles I've lived; daughter, sister, mother/grandmother, wife, and wage earner as these roles narrowly allowed. Each and all have been a building block that has brought me here. Now I am impatient and tired of the sameness of days. I guess for now I will continue to greet the days as I do and look for the comforting nuggets and synchronicities along side
Spring arrived with the weather in a tug of war. Winter reluctant to give in and spring eager to take over. God knows I am more than ready for Spring. Yet as the crocus and daffodils push through the soil and trees begin to bud winter still tries to bully. Drops in temperatures and flurries crashing into the rain against the gray backdrop of the sky. It's like a dance of the elements own choreography. On a recent day when the sun broke through and temperatures rose I went out worked in my herb and vegetable garden. I cleaned up winters refuse, admired the tender shoots pushing through and hoed the soil preparing for new beds of vegetables and flowers. I spent time in my mini orchard that struggles since the cable company laid an underground cable just a few feet from their roots. I burned dried stalks and fallen twigs while giving thanks for the gift of stewardship of this small corner plot of land in the city . I've trolled gardening websites, pulled out and perused gardening books, laid out new ideas in my garden journal. I've purchased seeds and earmarked plants. I cajole my potted ferns and fruit trees to hang in there a little bit longer with promises that they will soon nestle in their preferred outdoor nooks.
Spring equinox, full moon, thawing ground, budding trees, nesting birds, spritzing rain. It's not a sunny day but it beckons none the less. I've walked barefoot in the grass and across the muddy paths as I greeted the tender green shoots pushing through the soil in all my gardens and random spots of the lawn. I thought to have a fire outdoors tonight to honor the full moon and greet spring but rain and potential storms seem against it. So I burned sage and sweetgrass on the front porch. I carried a bundle of smoldering sage as I walked the perimeter of our land picking up stray limbs and twigs blown from the trees by the heavy winds that roared through last week. Winds of change! I am happy to say good-bye to winter and step into the spring season. Eager to be in the gardens plunging my hands into the soil looking for the established and planting seeds for new. Ideas crowd my mind for this new year of gardening. I'm eager for the dandelions and bees. I'll know spring has settled in and life is unfolding when those two precious things appear.
With no plans to celebrate St. Paddy's Day out and about, I don't think we ever have despite the wee bit/or maybe a lot of Irish in me, I decided to try my hand at making Irish Soda Bread and Brisket. After sliding the bread into the oven I noticed the snow that had accumulated on the ground looked perfect for creating a snowman. So that's what I did while the bread baked. When I took the bread from the oven I drank my very first Irish Beer! I did a taste test of the bread while the brisket bakes and am not disappointed.
I'm pretty sure I won't be disappointed with my first brisket either.
I've decided that next year if I am not in Ireland I will be out enjoying the crowds and festivities wherever I am locally. My peeps are welcome to join me but if they don't that is fine too.
This is the year I start setting my own rules. Begin doing life more aligned with my own compass.
As I write this the snow has melted and snowman toppled. Glad I seized the moment.
There is something to be said for waking early and journaling while drinking your first cup of coffee in the morning. This mug is my current favorite, though I can't explain exactly why. Maybe it's the face or the muted rose color or the way it feels perfect in my hand. I don't really need to know why. But I do like having different mugs in my cupboard to choose from; each having their own unique appeal depending on my mood!
Starting the morning with coffee, journaling and sketching. As I've said I am posting all, the good, the bad, the ugly. Later the hubby and I are going to make the traditional crescent cookies. Secret family recipe. One of the better kept secrets if you ask me.
If all goes accordingly I also hope to work on some handmade Christmas cards.
Hello, I'm Kim and I am who I am, uniquely me.