My music partner James and I are now on the road on an adventure! At the moment, we’re housesitting in Eugene in a very fascinating dwelling that belongs to a man who “sells sticks” all over the world. Speciafically manzanita branches, for floral arrangements! Already this gig has has some unexpected twists and turns, but we are making the best of it!
My love Marcus and I were out walking last night. We started out on a country road, near the place where we are house sitting, intending just to catch the last bit of sunset time. After a while we decided to walk to the spa/hot springs where I work, about a mile down the highway. This got us talking about the strange beauty of landscapes interrupted by the things of civilization. And Mad Max, and the Rainbow Gathering we’d just been to last week, and that one of our favorite things about Rainbow was its post-apocalyptic vibe. Very different from the Oregon Country Fair, which was more like a bunch of fairies who decided to make a really pretty shopping mall in the middle of the woods, complete with great live music at every corner. But I don’t mean to make it sound like I preferred the Rainbow gathering over the Fair, just so you know. Read more
It doesn’t take long to make and eat a simple breakfast of eggs and vegetables. But how many days of the week do we actually do something like this for ourselves? If you say “nearly every day”, yay for you! I’ve made these kinds of breakfasts many, many days of my life. And, back in the canyon, by the time I left, Rhiannon was very good at whipping up wonderful egg and veggie breakfasts for all of us. So when Monica made us this one, it was a very warm, familiar feeling, to be cooked for with love and attention! Read more
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!
An appropriate day it is, for sharing some more about my new home here at 130 Orange Street, also known as Kindler’s Haus. Kindler was the man who bought this very strange and amazing structure I now call home, many years ago, and totally redesigned it. He was a very eccentric man. Among other things, he was an environmental activist, piano tuner, book and music lover, community builder, and a father. Legend has it that his wife returned from a long journey one day, opened the front door, and found that there was no floor to step on. It was not long after that that she decided to leave him. He died last year, and his son Asha (our landlord) inherited the house. I met Asha one beautiful snowy day up on Mount Ashland, the day of Bobcat’s Snow Blessing Ceremony. Bobcat is an old friend of Wolf’s from his activist days, so really it was thanks to Wolf that I made it to this ceremony, and ended up meeting Asha, Jules, and Jessica, who were all present that day. We all connected in a beautiful way that day, along with several other new friends, and of course Bobcat, who I got to spend some quality time with before he drove several hours back to his land in Northern California.
So many stories, which ones to tell?
When Rhiannon was little, one of our favorite things to do in the late afternoon was to climb the mountainsides, following the last rays of sunshine, from one golden patch of beauty to the next. Sometimes we’d bring a little treat to enjoy along the way. Here in Oregon, in my brand-new life, I’ve been keeping up this practice. In Ashland, the mountainsides are only a few minutes from the bustling little town streets. It’s easy to get caught up in all the demands and distractions of every day life, and miss the outside moments that keep our souls fed, as we all know so well! And having someone special to share the beauty with– what a blessed treat! Here’s some recent photos of some of these little jaunts. Read more