I’m currently losing myself in the work of Joy Harjo. I’m loving this interview on Talk of the Nation and this poem…
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
We pray that it will be done
- Joy Harjo
Ember said the F word today. I knew it coming, I was just hoping not so soon. I had just come from a meeting where I had to bring her. She was pretty good for a 1.5 year old but it was still really hard to focus, it took twice as much energy – as most things do with a toddler. As we were leaving and getting in the car I lost my keys, it was cold and Ember was whining incessantly. As I was searching all over for the keys, I said it, the F word. And low and behold, Ember copied me. I couldn’t help but smile to myself because there is something so funny about that sound coming from the sweetest little package, however, it’s not ideal. I used to get on my mom’s case about swearing and she would respond with, “swearing is just a healthy form of expression.” I fall somewhere in-between. I agree that sometimes, a swear word is the only response to a feeling. However, my goal is to save those words for the very “appropriate” situations and I certainly don’t want my daughter swearing anytime soon. So, I’m reminded of the spiritual practice of being a mother. It’s not just about me anymore, my daughter literally reflects everything I do, including my moods. I’m learning how to be present with frustration (I think it’s important to let yourself feel what you’re feeling, not trying to fake it) yet somehow not letting it manifest into something unhealthy that’s ultimately transferred to them. I have no interest in being the perfect “all together” mother, I want to be raw and honest and hopefully as I learn how to best deal with my frustration, Ember will learn from watching my process. I have one little trick that seams to work well for me. When I’m feeling really frustrated I say to myself, my little blessing is driving me crazy!
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A mixtape to celebrate the smell of earth as the snow melts away. Listen here!
1. The Wilhelm Scream – James Blake
2. Menina, Amaha de Manha – Mia Doi Todd
3. Someone You Love – Tina Dico
4. Gimme Shelter – Patti Smith
5. Little Black Star – Hurray for the Riff Raff
6. Harlem River Blues – Justin Townes Earle
7. A Case of You – James Blake
8. Makambo – Geoffrey Oryema
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I’m having a little love/crush/affair with Patti Smith. I’m reading her book Just Kids and I’m loving every minute. One of my favorite lines so far…”we loved scouring junk stores for the perfect black turtleneck…” She embodies the style I so appreciate, effortless yet efficacious. She’s the ultimate bohemian!
” I can make my own light shine and darkness too is equally fine.” Patti Smith from her poem Oath.
(Kim Krans near her studio in Topanga Canyon – photo by Daniel Arnold)
Tarot cards are a new discovery for me that feels familiar and true. I fell in love with The Wild Unknown Tarot deck illustrated by Kim Krans. The designer in me craved a deck that was aesthetically pleasing and this deck is that and so much more. Kim’s art captures the energy of wild nature which is where I find my spiritual inspiration. I love them so much you can now purchase them in the shop!
A bit more about the artist and author… While living in New York Kim was “living the dream,” studying art, showing her work at galleries and playing in bands, yet there was an unfulfilled part of her. A light was beginning to dim and she was looking for everything external to brighten her. At that time, she found a new teacher, yoga. She started meditating, practicing self-reflection and began on an inner quest. It was during this quest that the Tarot deck emerged.
As my friend Mattie of Juniperous says, “the cards are not a fortune teller but rather a key to unlock parts of your consciousness and bring light to areas that need attention.”
Go ahead and dance with the great mystery within!
There has been a new and very exciting development here in Bozeman and I am over the moon with excitement to be a part of it. The Bozeman Flea is a curated marketplace for vintage and handmade goods. The brilliance behind this vision comes from Kate of The Pretty Palomino and Jasmine of Whipped. These rad ladies, along with others are bringing together authentic style. For the first time since I moved here 3 years ago, I feel like I’m connecting with my people and together we’re creating a marketplace for what we love. This all kicks off this Saturday from 11-4 for a pop-up event hosted by The Architect’s Wife. If you’re in the area, please come check it out!
I wrote a poem about my dog…
I can hear my mother’s voice –
Don’t smother the dog.
I can’t help myself
as I inhale the softness under her ears.
She’s my pal.
Sometimes I get frustrated –
when she stinks up the car with her breath
or steels Ember’s food
or snags my wool tights with her joyful greeting.
Then I feel sad – for not loving every second of our precious time together.
For my latest contribution to Sugar & Charm I spent a lovely morning with two very inspired women, Kaelin Kiesel-Germann and Jody Engstrom of Living Nutrition. We took advantage of an oddly warm February day, letting the kids and dogs run wild outside as we laughed, chopped and blended some raw, fermented condiments. I’ve been slowly discovering the joys of fermentation through these two beautiful women. Visit Sugar & Charm for the whole story and how to!
(artwork by: Ben Shahn)
I just listened to a beautiful interview with Mary Oliver on On Being. It inspired me to run out to my favorite book store and buy up some more Mary Oliver books. Her curious spirit and relationship to nature invigorates my own connection. This is one of my favorite poems…
The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- Mary Oliver