So I'm just starting, at twenty-six, to have a real clear idea of who-I-am, that endless question you start asking around seven and probably continue to define throughout life...but here it is: I'm a proud hillbilly, a DIY chick, a roadkill-eatin', tincture-making witch, a home-health care practitioner, a woman full of mystery and contradictions, a midwife against population growth, an anarchist Read More »
feral fun!!!

the growth of a lady: now that I know who I am, how do I become her?

The return to Portland: lessons learned...
So I had a pretty uneventful trip back to Portland; if you can ever call hitchhiking uneventful. Read More »

wild ricin': part one-taking and giving
So harvesting wild rice was all of these: fun/hard work/emotionally stressful/rewarding/a time of spiritual growth. I don't even know where to begin. I thought tonight I'd start by talking about what I learned about the give and take between us and the environment, us and other people, us and plants, and animals, both domesticated and wild. Read More »

Chasing the Wild Rice!
So I've been on the road now for four days now...on my way from Portland to Minneapolis to harvest wild rice with some friends (which, it turns out isn't actually rice after all, it is distantly related to rice, but in fact, it is some other grain altogether which the natives in the area called Maroomin, or something like that; I'll have to find the correct spelling for some later entry.) Anyway, Read More »

Thoughts about the "Uncivilized"...meditations for today....
So Wood and I went alleyway foraging today, and I had some thoughts while foraging blackberries, apples, plums, hibiscus flowers and mallow flowers.....sorta random thoughts, but all related too..here there are: Read More »

Oh Hudson River! What shall we do?
So my sister Eileen took me on a whitewater rafting trip almost as soon as I got to Upstate New York for the month of July....we drove up to the Adirondack Mnts to go whitewater rafting on the Hudson River. Read More »

Song for the feral cherries!
Tonight I picked some feral cherries in the yard of an abandoned house, while fireworks where being set off all around me by drunken neihbors. I made up a little spritual for the cherries, which goes like this:
Thank you lord for the rain that makes the cherries round!
Oh lord, bring the cherries down!
Thank you lord for the sun that makes the cherries round! Read More »

Beautiful Men in Buckskin...
So yesterday I went to a party at the Ancestral Lifeways house; the sort of "college" of rewilding here in Portland. Read More »


