The Ahrimanic Curse

As soon as I free this photograph from the computer, I am going to frame it and put it somewhere in the house...There are many components to this photo that I adore. First: The Spotted Beagle Belly. Second: My First Born, She Who Loathes Animals. Third: My Man-Boy's Long Legged Reflection. This moment was captured in a hotel room in San Francisco. Nice moment. Nice memory.

The New Homestead-Portland, Oregon

Suffice it to say, I have been collecting items for this house my whole life. It is a kooky little house that suits this kooky little family just fine. We are still unpacking, but here are a few corners of our new home. The lamp was a little homemade concoction. I found the scale at a small produce farm that was loosing the lease for their farm store. I was happy to carry a little of their legacy into our home...

Reluctant To Let Go

Poppies are in full bloom here in Portland. Giant red umbrellas are nodding their heads up and down our street. All the flowers are in various stages. When I walked by this lovely poppy early in the morning, it was still clinging to it's bud.

"Just a moment longer, please? When my petals feel strong and less vulnerable, you may go..."

When I walked by later in the day, this brave poppy had shed it's bud cocoon and was waving confidently in the afternoon breeze. Well done, you.

We Live In Portland

Well, it is official. We now reside in Portland. So far, we love it. A lot. I found my favorite spot in the house. I can't wait to read and draw and paint in this spot. More photos to come. This isn't the spot, just a cute chair left on the porch...

Mint Tea and Visitors

Red Brocade

The Arabs used to say,

When a stranger appears at your door,

feed him for three days

before asking who he is,

where he’s come from,

where he’s headed.

That way, he’ll have strength

enough to answer.

Or, by then you’ll be

such good friends

you don’t care.

Let’s go back to that.

Rice? Pine Nuts?

Here, take the red brocade pillow.

My child will serve water

to your horse.

No, I was not busy when you came!

I was not preparing to be busy.

That’s the armor everyone put on

to pretend they had a purpose

in the world.

I refuse to be claimed.

Your plate is waiting.

We will snip fresh mint

into your tea.

-Naomi Shihab Nye

Not A Yard Sale Yard Sale

My city makes it very difficult to have a yard sale. As a result, there is no yard sale culture. Too bad, I had some great Anthropologie clothes...Tons of plants, could, not give them away! Can't wait to head north.

Seasons In The Sun

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