A Fresh Start

Hi you.  It has been a long time.  I made Glitter & Grit private so I could take that time in solitude (there wasn’t a fancy password given to anyone in particular); and I’m back for a fresh start.

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Yesterday we received a copy of Tiny Homes on the Move by Lloyd Kahn.  It was so fitting, as next week marks three years since our bus purchase, and we are contributors to this project.  (I think this makes me published!)  Look out for a giveaway coming soon!

We have a new puppy named Maeve.  My children are robust.  My life is rich.  My husband has some very wonderful things in the works.  And I’m back for a fresh start.  I’ll be using this blog in a much different way.  I won’t be scouring the internet for any links for you, so the Today is for Lovers column is shifting big time; I won’t be posting stories and pictures that are of/about my children–the reason I took the site/time off in the first place was because I felt I was betraying my family by being so intimate with their stories, their details here in this public arena–I’m going to share my own stories with you; I won’t be posting nearly as much as I once did, but the content will be rich and quality.  I’m grounding into the reasons I began this platform. I want to share what my experience looks like in cultivating wellness based on the sweet and salty yin and yang of life; I want to inspire you, learn from you, teach you, experiment, and write.  And so, let’s have a fresh start, yes?

Today is for Lovers

Things I love today:

:: I love love.  I always have.  My earliest poetry is about love.  I am in love with the idea, the feeling, the commitment, everything!  It is a language we all speak.  From a place of love, anything is possible.  My facebook feed was filled with thought-provoking articles this week (a delightful surprise amongst the baby-this, or my-job-sucks-that), and this one gave me goosebumps from head to toe.
:: I adore the name Millie, and this birthday party is adorable.
:: I’m going to make a quilt!  Not that exact one, but I love that pattern.
:: Canning and putting up for the winter.  It’s hard work now, but winter will feel nice and relaxing.
:: Seeing all of my books out in this nook or that.  I love having space for my books!  Having to choose books for our teeny space was always a struggle, because I love having my library easily accessible!  (Pictures of our home are on the way!)

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What do you love today, sweet reader?

the big dreams

I love West Virginia.  There’s a whole back story–which I may regale another time–but suffice it to say that I spent loving time in West Virginia, time that shaped the woman I am today.  It was there that many of my big dreams began to open in my heart.  And though it’s been years and though a heart-break or two occurred, my heart completely swells with gratitude for that time.


I’m moved as I watch the video.  We moved.  From the bus.  I wasn’t sure how to tell you, so I thought being blunt might be the best way.  The bus is now our best guest house!  We moved into an old farm-house.  The original farm-house for the thousand acres which surround.  It is fantastic.

Living with less in more space.  As this blog evolved, I realize many of you came to see our house bus.  I receive the most emails and comments about our bus.  This fact began to plague me before we made our move.  Late night talks with Cody about how I would write about something that anyone would want to read without living in our bus turned into a deep portal into myself.  I felt lost without the story of the bus.  Many many thoughts and journal entries and discussions have rotated around this notion, and I’m here to tell you it’s been a long journey.  The enlightenment which shook me, at the river one day, calmed my spirit–the bus is a tangible creation of our nature (our spirit), anything that the bus is and has become palpates Cody and my essence.   How awake I felt after I freed myself from the chains that we embody our spirit through our bus.  Quite the other way around.

And with this deep sense of calm and inspiration, I began to realize how big my dreams are, and how aligned with this couple they may be.  My mother-in-law knows us very well, because I felt reminded of myself, too as I watched this video and read their story.  I love being big dreamers.  I know we will continue to amaze ourselves with the way we tend to our soil, the way we can water ourselves and the very touchable way we bring our ideas to fruition.

What are your big dreams?  How do you build them?  How do you feed your dreams?  Has there been a major heartbreak or let-down leading you to the ripening of your dreams?

Hi y’all!

Howdy how, sweet ones!

I came in for a moment to relish in our collective goodness.  I’ve been missing you and this blog, big time.  And I’m coming back to write and share again.  It will be a few more weeks until I’ve gotten everything set up, but I’ll be back!  Hip hip hooray!

We are in a teeny town in central north Washington.  We felt this resounding Yes! as we drove into the valley and I’ve since fallen madly in love with the river confluence that flows through town.  The summer is bountiful right now, harvest is full.  We planted a garden at my brother-in-law’s farm.  I’ve been swimming nearly every day, and I’m so happy.

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(Our family photo is credit to my dear friend Michael.  I love you!)

A Flight of Time


Oh my dang. Dang! Diggity dang, y’all, it’s been a while. Nearly three months. As you might imagine, it’s been busy around here. I just had a baby. Leroy. He’s so wonderful and fits right on in our family. Biology transcends time; having one more child and no more hands or extra minutes in the day, I’m delighted to tell you that it all fits, biologically, being a mother makes sense to me, I get it, my instincts are kicked in full gear. (When I gave birth, my pheromones were stronger than I ever remember them. My animal came out again!) The past few months have truly been beautiful. I have thought about you often. There have been a few visits to this place, I’ve written some, too. Mostly, though, I’ve been very very busy.

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Big news: we are hitting the road. So we’ve been packing up and streamlining the bus so we are ready for the trip. We will be spending the summer in Washington with Cody’s brother and his budding family. I’m so excited!

Something that I didn’t expect to happen in the past few months, reader, is how free I would feel from blogging! More than that, though, how present I felt with my family. With my children.

Typically, since being a mother of two, I’ve successfully played with Willa, found appropriate activities and games and books and toys for her at appropriate times, chubbed Leroy up with breast milk grub, even began a little elimination communication with the little dude, knit a hat matching Willa’s for myself, a hat for Leroy, only forgot to feed the cat for three days (out of 60!), nourished my family with meals on the table almost always on time, and even made time for myself a few days. I love the up and down nature of life, so I am at peace with the peaks and valleys.

I was making pancakes some weeks ago and talking with my mother-in-law and Cody brought Leroy inside for a second and set him down so he could slice apples for Willa. Leroy began to cry. I picked him up, burned the pancakes, and missed the entire paragraph my mother-in-law had just spoken. “…don’t you think?” she asked. “Um, well, Cody just came inside with Leroy, he is slicing apples for Willa and Leroy began to cry so I picked him up and burned my pancakes and in my total distraction I missed everything you just said, could you please repeat yourself?” I admitted. We laughed. And I added that my pancakes were more like a scramble, anyway, and to give her a better picture, “let’s just say they aren’t blogging pictures.” Which got me to thinking. I love having a real blog. I don’t want you to think my life is something better than others, or that you can’t obtain the style of life I have. I want to empower you! My pictures certainly aren’t always perfect, and I feel like they depict my life well, the topsy-turvy style of it! I love living and I love writing. Blogging seems like a perfect venue for me to share both passions with you. Which I also love doing, inspiring people is a huge passion of mine, especially when you inspire me, too!

Something that feels really beautiful is how many people have told me how much they miss my blog. How inspirational it has been for them. That lifts my lip corners in the sweetest ways. I’m so happy to be inspiring you. Life is so beautiful and I’m so excited to share it with you. In the next leg, I just don’t know how it will work out, so it’s time for me to take a break for a little longer.

With the road trip popping up in sudden fashion, I haven’t even really had time to think about how I would blog over the next few months, anyway!

It seems only appropriate that I take a season off. I imagine if something really cool comes up, I’ll pop in and tell you all about it. I’ll also catalog our adventures and no doubt will be writing about them anyway, so when I come back I bet I’ll have lots of stories to regale. Until then, I’m going to go live them. Often without the internet, and fully present with my family. I love you. I really really love you, so I hope you understand.

Glitter & Grit,


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