Nine Good Things (because 9 is my list number, for so many reasons, and because this week I need to count some good things…)
- The fog was beautiful this morning, the sun was impossible to see but came through in the pictures. There were Maximillian Sunflowers, and a variety of Sunflowers in the garden, below the Sweet Pea trellis, amidst the tower of beans. There were dewy spider webs hanging like ornaments from the apple trees, also decorated with apples — so many apples.
- I had an amazing fresh naturally-leavened Sesame bagel with plant butter and cold-smoked atlantic salmon; my favorite breakfast, with a cup of Earl Grey: that is the way I mean to go on.
- I’m almost done with this beast of a dissertation, I choose today to finish (I hope, I’m setting this intention). There is a rumor that if I finish today, I get Two Fat Cats cupcakes tomorrow (likely the best cupcakes in the WORLD!). Nearing will speak with Morton, Morton with Arendt, Arendt with Leslie Feinberg, Feinberg with Dread Scott, Scott with Bookchin, Bookchin with Paul Kingsnorth, Kingsnorth with Penny Rimbaud, Rimbaud with Caygill, Caygill with Ana Mendieta…it’s a tea party.
- My peach is arting her face off — watercolor delight, new brushes, new paints, new paper from her kitty-sitting job. Play = work, work = knowledge, knowledge = the world.
- When I am done today, we will have Summer roasted veggies on rice or maybe with farro, yes, farro — it is one of our favorite meals and makes us all happy.
- The baker is renewing his interest and abilities in making little poetry books (yes, of his marvelous poetry and bookmaking skills), it will be a lovely series, I can’t wait. And yes, I swear it all makes the bread taste better.
- I, too, have an art series that is slowly progressing, in its phases. Same methodologies, new techniques — it might look very new to you who have seen my work before but to me, it is a continuing story. I’m happy to work when I can.
- This full moon, it’s a Blue Moon (the 2nd in the month), and a Supermoon — no wonder I feel sensitive, slightly off but not fully unpleasantly so. I’m trying to breathe deeply, more, with awareness. Sleep is full of dreams as this moon is an omen of great change, time to transvaluate…
- I got lost in the wytchy aisles last night of the craft hell-store, inspired to harness all the energies I can (but not with plastic, it’s all plastic) for this coming season. I look forward to welcoming my positive ancestors to the shop (and you and yours).
Rock Bottom Homestead 