HeyJaredA Stone Was Shown • by Caroline
Lyrics of the weft & a tracing of my steps on the paths of being
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Tending to the edges (opens the original)
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Alongside teaching Childbirth Education, sowing seeds (and saving what’s in the field) at the Farm, moving my body intentionally (my neck is aching and that’s what I get for doing ‘too much’ the last few days), I have tending to the edges on my to-do list for the weekend. This looks like quite literally tending to sheep hides, which ask for extra care in how we clean and stretch their edges, rejuvenating our backyard garden (it needs a good dose of compost & some fresh seeds for Autumn/Winter),
Pumpkin spice as a cultural replacement (opens the original)
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Has anyone considered the reason we love the rituals of Autumn so much, and the ~aesthetic~, is because we crave a way of honoring the seasons, the earth, the spices shifting, the rhythms swaying, and in our bland capitalistic waste land this is the closest thing we’ve got as a collective?I’m sure some of us have, and perhaps many of you, but I had to put it on paper to honor just how much truth I feel in that sentiment. We spend the end of Summer not only grieving the changing seasons, as it sh
Chrysanthemum & Thumbelina (opens the original)
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When I was a young girl, I dreamt of flower fields, sipping nectar like Thumbelina, being tucked into a bed as soft as rose petals. I read the books that dreamt my current home life alive — dried herbs, long dresses, something old in how the door opened, shut, revolving with loved ones, critters. Recently, at our back porch and front door alike, a ring-tailed kitty cat has been greeting us every so often. Like something out of a storybook, a fairy tale most certainly. Last night, I opened the li
August engulfed (opens the original)
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I wanted to write of the things that have brought levity and joy of late, so I’ll begin there — the garden beds overflowing, the Oxford Blue (it’s purple, though) scabiosa continuing on, the Mothers & Fathers & babes being born, the birthday celebrations, vanilla bean cake, homemade dumplings (that only stressed me out a little bit when made for the mas… Read more
On some cusp (opens the original)
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The other day as I was walking with Clay I described our next year (the final stretch of our Saturn Returns) “the meat and bones of these cosmic happenings.” When all is so ethereal and ungrounded, what’s better than consuming a day to day life, some fleeting feeling, some season of life, that feels like comfort food — ancestral to whatever degree, thro… Read more
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