Posted on March 22, 2018
On the vernal equinox, I spent most of the day doing one of my favorite things, abandoned house hunting in Wonder Valley. The weather was perfect, as were the clouds.
I’ve amassed quite the collection of photos of these homesteads over the past few years. The crazy thing is, I’m not even close to having found them all. It’s one of my weird life goals though.
I love these places and the stories they tell or maybe it’s the stories I tell myself. The hues against the desert backdrop, patina of the wood, what you find lying around or inside, all make for inspiration.
Here’s just a few.
Posted on March 21, 2018
Back in all of it, life that is. I’m just over a week into being given the all clear and I feel a bit like I’m hurling through life right now. There’s so much going on and so much to get caught up on. A lot of it being not so fun administrative type things, but they’re part of having your own business. Today is going to be spent in my office all day, hopefully making a dent. Jewelry making has slowly gotten back underway and I have a bunch of ideas for new pieces, so that will be coming your way sometime soon, I hope.
Over the weekend I took one of my classes for My Master Joshua Tree Naturalist program. It was on soil crusts, which are somewhat fascinating in that they’re alive. So when you’re out there wandering around, be careful where you step because you might just be harming micro-organisms. Staying on trails or in washes is always your best bet. Below are a few pictures from in the field.
The soil is alive, beneath the top crust.
Lechen comes in all sorts of beautiful colors.
If you drive down highway 62, just past Wonder Valley, you’re actually driving next to the northern boarder of Joshua Tree National Park.
Posted on February 16, 2018
There’s probably not much more I like than a good walkout, especially as I’m healing. I love them in the quiet of the morning, or as the sun is about to set, but certainly wouldn’t turn down a midday go.
Lately I’ve taken to dancewalkabouts, which basically consist of me listening to music and dancing as I walk along. Occasionally there will be a sing along (my poor neighbors). This is the kind of stuff that makes me insanely happy. It’s a time to be with myself, not think about anything, connect to mama earth and take in the beauty that surrounds me. Not to say I’d turn down anyone who’d want to join, but solo missions are my favorite.
I have a route I like, mainly because there’s a hill, horses, a coyote den and this place.
A sweet pop of abandoned color, that I’ve now taken a ridiculous amount of pictures of. I’ve watched as it’s changed in little ways over the past year. Each time I pass it I tell myself stories of who it might belong to, or belonged to. Why don’t they come for it? Will they? What happened? I often think of what a chic little home it could be for a squatter, but only if they took care of it because it would make me sad if something happened to it. These thoughts are what I so often have when coming upon any abandoned space. I think it’s partially why I love them the way I do. That and their fight to survive, despite being left behind.
I highly recommend a walkabout, especially a dancewalkabout. You won’t be disappointed.
Posted on February 10, 2018
Greetings and Salutations,
I’m writing from my bed, just over a week post op. I’ve had what by all accounts seems to be a pretty remarkable recovery. Even I’m surprised by how well I’m doing and how good I’m feeling. This is me, exhausted but feeling the stoke after my follow up appointment on Friday.
What am I talking about? Well, last Wednesday, the 31st of January, I had an open Myomectomy to remove what ended up being, 16 fibroids, including 1 rather large one (a little under 14cm, bigger than a large grapefruit). As one of my nurses joked, “congratulations it’s a fibroid!” I was like, “more like an alien!” Seriously, have you ever seen a fibroid? In case you haven’t, here are some of mine. If you get queasy or are easily grossed out, keep it moving.
For several years I’ve dealt with not only discomfort, but anemia and thus exhaustion, my hair falling out, having to completely change the way I dress because I basically looked 3 months pregnant at times and becoming a person I no longer recognized. To say I feel completely different now would be an understatement. I’ve had not only a physical shift but energetically I’ve been transformed. There is a sense of lightness and joy that I don’t know if I’ve ever felt.
The reason women get fibroids is pretty unknown by the medical community, but something like 80% of women will have them by the time they’re 50! That’s a ridiculous statistic if you ask me. It’s thought they’re brought on by estrogen spikes, usually caused by stress. I’ve also read that childhood trauma makes you more susceptible and on a metaphysical level, that they’re creative dreams that were never given birth to. Some women experience no symptoms and others, like me, experience many, to the point of having to have them removed. Too many doctors tell women that a hysterectomy is the best or only option. Their reasoning is that they can grow back. It’s more often that the doctor isn’t skilled enough to preform a myectomy. If you don’t want a hysterectomy, find another doctor. I did and I completely accredit how good I feel to him doing everything right. I was also in good physical condition and prepared in every way I could beforehand, but without a skilled and thoughtful surgeon advocating for me, I know this could’ve been way worse.
I can’t thank my surgeon or Planned Parenthood, who brought him into my life, enough. They have given me, me back. For the first time in a long time, I’m hopeful. I can breathe. I can see my future clearly. And to my crüe, you all rule the school. So many of you came through in big ways and I’m feeling so loved.
This ride is about to change is really big ways. I hope you all join me for the next chapter.
Posted on January 22, 2018
Made this two friendship rings for two ladies of the north. Now we’re all bonded through Birds of Prey.